She asked to see her daughter before she died… and what the girl whispered to her changed her fate forever.

For five years he repeated his innocence until he was hoarse. But no one wanted to hear it. No one wanted to hear that that night he had gone out to the tent for a few minutes and that, when he returned, he found the door open, the lamp on the floor and Esteban’s body next to the dining table. No one wanted to believe that the gun with her fingerprints had a simple explanation: it was the old gun she kept at home, which she instinctively caught seeing him bleeding, without yet understanding what happened.

The prosecution built the rest.
A tired wife.
Previous discussions.
Money.
Jealousy.
An unreliable witness and a lawyer by trade who already seemed defeated before the trial.

Ramira swallowed saliva.

“Salome… why didn’t you say it before?”

The girl looked down for a moment at her worn-out shoes.

“Because he saw me hiding behind the curtain,” he whispered. And he told me that if he spoke, they would kill you, too. Then Aunt Clara told me to stop making things up, that it was better to forget it. That you did something wrong and that I had to behave.

The whole room seemed to shrink.

Ramira felt a chill to walk his arms.

Clara.