My cousin Aurelio visited me two days after Sara died. He told me that if I opened my mouth, he would investigate my taxes and find irregularities I didn’t know about.
He told me he could destroy my life with one phone call. I was afraid, Dolores. I was afraid and I kept quiet. And I’ve lived with that guilt for five years. Would you be willing to testify now?
Beatriz looked out the window where the sun was beginning to set. Sara was my best friend. I let her innocent husband be condemned out of cowardice.
If testifying now can fix some of the things I did wrong, I’m willing. Dolores left Beatriz’s house with a recording of her testimony and renewed hope.
But when he got to his car he noticed something strange, a black vehicle parked at the end of the street, the same model he had seen in front of his house days before.
