Chapter 15 - The Matriarch's Shadow
Standing perfectly still by the polished mahogany railing of the second-floor balcony was Teresa.
Her mother-in-law.
Teresa was not hiding. She was not cowering in fear like the rest of the guests.
She stood impeccably straight, wearing a dark, elegant evening gown, her hair perfectly styled.
But it was what she held in her hands that made Valeria’s heart stop completely.
In her right hand, Teresa held a pair of heavy, industrial-grade steel bolt cutters.
In her left hand, wrapped tightly around her fingers, was the frayed, cleanly severed end of the thick steel suspension cable that had held the chandelier.
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Teresa did not look afraid. She did not look remorseful.
She looked down at the wreckage, and at the surviving pregnant woman on the floor, with an expression of absolute, indescribable, psychopathic coldness.
