Sara Fuentes was alive. “Mrs. Medina,” Sara said hoarsely. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for 5 years.
Five years in hiding, watching my husband rot in prison for something he didn’t do. Five years separated from my daughter to protect her.
I can’t wait any longer. Dolores slumped into a chair. Her legs wouldn’t support her. Why?
Why so long? Why didn’t I speak up sooner? Because I didn’t have enough evidence. But now I do, and there are less than 24 hours left to save Ramiro.
Sara sat down across from Dolores and began to speak. Her voice trembled, but her words were firm. The night Gonzalo attacked me, I had confronted my husband.
I told him that his brother had forged his parents’ will.
Ramiro didn’t believe me. We argued. He drank himself to death on the sofa. What happened next?
Gonzalo arrived an hour later. He had a key to the house. Ramiro never took it from him. He found me in the kitchen. I tried to reason with him, but he was furious.
