Sara wept all the way to San Jerónimo, but a resolve was forming in her mind. Someday, when it was safe, she would return and destroy those who had stolen her life.
That day had arrived. The emergency hearing began at 10 a.m.
Eight hours remained until Ramiro’s scheduled execution. The courtroom was empty, except for those involved.
Judge Fernanda Torres, Dolores Medina, Sara Fuentes, Martín Reyes and a representative of the Public Ministry who had no connection with Aurelio Sánchez.
“Proceed, Attorney Medina,” the judge ordered. Dolores presented the evidence methodically. First, the DNA analysis confirming Sara’s identity.
Then the original will of the parents was compared with the one forged by Aurelio.
After the recording of the night of the attack, when the voices of Gonzalo and Aurelio filled the courtroom, the representative of the Public Ministry turned pale.
“This involves a sitting judge,” he murmured. “Do you have any idea what that means? It means an innocent man is hours away from being executed for a crime he didn’t commit.”
