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

That same night a special prosecutor arrived with two agents and a skeptical expression that transformed into another when he heard Salomé repeat the history of the clock, the back door and the “I was not going to sign”.

Ramira didn’t go back to her cell.

She was transferred to a security cell while the formal suspension of her execution was issued and an urgent review of the sentence was requested.

They haven’t released her yet.

It was not an absolute miracle.

It was worse and better at the same time:
the slow machinery of truth began to move after years of pushing the other side.

That night, sitting in a white room with a blanket over his shoulders, Ramira watched Salome sleep on a makeshift couch and felt something she no longer remembered well.

Hope.

It would hurt almost as much as fear.

Clara was arrested two days later.

Not for murder.

Not yet.

For obstruction of justice.

Manipulation of the testimony of a minor.

Hidden key information.