Dolores hung up the phone, her hands trembling. If this was true, it was the most extraordinary case of her career.
A woman who faked her death to protect her daughter. An innocent husband convicted of a crime that never happened.
A brother willing to destroy everything out of greed packed a small suitcase. Tomorrow he would travel to San Jerónimo. Tomorrow he would learn the whole truth.
What he didn’t know was that someone had intercepted the call. In his cell, Ramiro Fuentes slept for the first time in years without nightmares.
His daughter’s words had ignited something in him: hope.
But that night, sleep brought back memories he had blocked for five years. He saw himself on his couch at home, drunk, about to pass out.
She heard voices, Sara’s voice, first calm, then frightened, and another voice, a voice she knew well. “You shouldn’t have gotten involved in this, Sara. I warned you,” said Gonzalo.
