“I told you, Dad,” she whispered. “I told you Mom was going to save us.”
Ramiro hugged his daughter as tears fell uncontrollably.
And then Sara walked toward him. The reunion was silent at first. Words seemed insufficient to encompass five years of pain, separation, and hope.
Ramiro looked at Sara as if she were a mirage that could vanish at any moment. How could he even manage to say all he could? Sara took his hands.
They were rough, marked by forced labor in prison. Martín saved me; the gardener hid me all these years to protect me, to protect Salomé.
I thought you were there. I thought I had never been you, Ramiro.
It was Gonzalo. It was always Gonzalo. Ramiro closed his eyes; the images of that night, the fragments he had recovered in his dreams, now made sense.
His brother’s voice, the footsteps, the gun in his hands while he slept.
“My own brother,” he murmured. “My own blood, your brother betrayed you, but your daughter never lost faith.”
She kept the secret to protect you, Ramiro. A 3-year-old girl carried that burden for 5 years for you.
Ramiro knelt before Salomé, the girl who had been his last hope, the one who whispered the truth to him when all seemed lost.
“Thank you, my little one,” she said, her voice breaking. “Thank you for being braver than all of us.” Salome smiled.
It was the first real smile Carmela, watching from afar, had seen on his face in months. Now we can go home, Dad.
Ramiro looked at Sara. She nodded. Now we can go home. The three of them hugged in the afternoon sun, a family reunited after five years of nightmare.
Justice had been slow, but it had finally arrived. Dolores watched the reunion from afar, alongside Carmela.
Both elderly women had moist eyes. “Thank you,” said Carmela. “Without you, this wouldn’t have been possible.” “Neither would it have been without you,” replied Dolores.
You protected that girl when no one else would. You recorded Gonzalo when he came to threaten her. We’re a team of stubborn old women who don’t accept injustice. Carmela Río.
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.
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