The two women remained silent, watching as the Fuentes’ car drove away towards a future that for the first time in 5 years seemed full of light.
Six months later, the house was small, modest, in a town no one knew, but it was theirs.
The government had compensated Ramiro for the years of unjust imprisonment.
It wasn’t much, but it was enough to start over. Ramiro was working as a carpenter again. His hands remembered the trade as if they had never left it.
Sara cooked in a small but bright kitchen. Salomé went to the local school where she had made friends for the first time in her life.
The girl no longer had nightmares, she no longer screamed names in the night. She had started drawing again, but her drawings were different now.
Flowers, animals, her family holding hands under a bright sun. One afternoon Dolores visited them.
He had news. Gonzalo was sentenced to 30 years, Aurelio to 25. The others involved in the network are falling one by one. Ramiro nodded. And Martín, a protected witness.
