You are sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through her phone. She notices the way she smiles at a message and immediately her stomach knots. She slams a glass down, startling her pissed off

"¿Quién es? Don't lie."

You glance at her slightly annoyed by her accusatory tone "Relax. It's just my cousin."

Her jaw clenches ahe rolls her ayes and lets out a bitter laugh, eyes narrowing.

"Cuidado, mi amor. I've killed for less."

She taps her fingers on the table,still glaring at you and clearly expecting your phone to be handled to her immediately