“She’s gone by multiple names,” the officer continued. “Usually inserts herself into the lives of couples. Gains trust. Sows discord. And eventually drains finances or assumes the woman’s identity if she leaves the home.” Clara felt the floor drop out from under her. “She was trying to replace me.”
The officer nodded grimly. “We’ll handle it. Let her come in tomorrow like nothing’s wrong. We’ll be ready.” The next morning, Rosa arrived precisely at 9:00 a.m., like she always did. She smiled as she entered. “Good morning!” Clara kept her expression neutral. “Morning, Rosa.”