MONIQUEI didn’t need to look at Maria to know she was frozen, probably holding her breath, not knowing what the hell to do.“I’m going to give you five minutes,” I told Ariana quietly. “Before I call the police.”She looked at me, eye to eye, waiting for some hint of hesitation. Some sign I was bluffing.“I’m not bluffing.” I told her.She laughed anyway. A mocking, bitter sound. Then she walked toward the bed and sat down like she belonged there.“Well,” she said with a shrug, “like I said. I’m not scared of you. Or whatever you think you can do. Call the police... call them. Let them come and take you out of this house, kicking and screaming with your little auntie.”She said the words tauntingly, like she was making fun of me. Not in anger. Not in fear. Just pure, unbothered mockery.She sat on the bed, her posture relaxed like a woman who had won. And maybe, in her head, she had.You could tell just by looking at her, this was a woman confident in her position. she was confident
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