Leo double-clicked.
Leo slammed his laptop shut.
María stopped scrubbing. She looked up, smiled—a real smile, the first one in the film—and reached into the pot. She pulled out a modern chef’s knife. Stainless steel, black handle. The same brand Leo had in his own kitchen drawer, three meters away.
He never found the file again. But that night, around 3:47 AM, he woke up to the sound of scraping. Not from the computer—from the kitchen.