Ramiro tried to move in his sleep. He tried to get up to defend his wife, but his body wouldn’t respond.
The alcohol had paralyzed him. He heard a bang, a scream, silence.
Then footsteps approaching him, a hand placing something in his, the cold of metal. When you wake up, this will be over, and you’ll be the perfect culprit, brother.
Ramiro woke up drenched in sweat, screaming. The guards rushed to his cell thinking he was trying to hurt himself, but Ramiro was just repeating a phrase.
Now I remember. Now I remember everything. My brother was my brother. I heard his voice. He put the gun in my hands while I slept.
The younger guard looked at his partner
Do you think he’s telling the truth? The veteran shook his head. Everyone tells the truth when the end is near, but that doesn’t matter anymore. It mattered more than he imagined.
At the Santa María home, Carmela watched Salomé with concern. Since she stopped speaking, the girl communicated only through drawings.
