The Rodriguez mansion had never felt warm.
Not even during childhood.
Not even when Jordan Rodriguez’s mother was still alive.
The mansion was beautiful, expensive, and powerful—
But never warm.
Tonight, however, it felt worse.
Cold silence stretched across the massive living room while rain battered heavily against the windows outside.
Security guards moved quickly throughout the house.
Phones rang endlessly.
And somewhere upstairs, Catherine Rodriguez was crying quietly after hearing about Emily Rodriguez disappearing.
Meanwhile, Jordan stood near the fireplace looking terrifyingly calm.
Too calm.
The kind of calm that always came before destruction.
Beside him, Maureen Green silently watched his expression harden with every passing minute.
One security guard approached ner
