Stubborn old women. I like the sound of that. Carlos approached with news. Aurelio is cooperating in exchange for a reduced sentence.
He’s turning in his entire network. Politicians, judges, businesspeople are going to fall. This is going to be an earthquake. Dolores nodded.
Fine, let them all fall, let no one go unpunished. He looked towards the Fuentes family, who were now walking towards the car. Ramiro was carrying Salomé in his arms.
Sara walked beside her, brushing against her shoulder as if to make sure it was real. This was the moment Dolores had become a lawyer for 40 years ago.
Not for the money, not for the fame, but for this: to see innocent people freed, to see families reunited, to see justice, however late, fulfill its purpose.
“Thirty years ago, I let an innocent man be condemned,” he said quietly.
“I lived with that guilt every day of my life. Today I can finally forgive myself.” Carmela took her hand. “You did the right thing, Dolores. When it mattered, you did the right thing.”
