Thirty years ago, another man with that same look of desperate innocence had been convicted of a crime he did not commit. Dolores was a rookie lawyer at the time and couldn’t save him. That man spent 15 years locked up before the truth came to light. By then he had already lost everything, his family, his health, his will to live. Dolores never forgave herself for that failure. Now, looking at Ramiro Fuentes, I saw the same eyes, the same despair, the same innocence that no one wanted to believe.
Her doctor had forbidden her stress. His family had begged him to rest. But Dolores took her phone and looked up her former assistant’s number. Carlos said when he answered, I need you to get me everything about the Fuentes case. Everything. Before continuing with our story, I would like to leave a very special greeting to our followers in the United States, in Mexico, in Colombia, in Peru, Spain, Italy, Venezuela, Uruguay, Paraguay. Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, El Salvador, Ecuador, Bolivia, Chile, Argentina, Costa Rica, Cuba, Canada, France, Panama, Australia, Guatemala, Nicaragua and Honduras.
From where in the world do you listen to us? Comment to greet you. Blessings to all. Continuing with the story. The Santa Maria home was located on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by old trees and silence. Dolores arrived the next day, armed with an expired credential and the determination of someone who has nothing to lose. Carmela Vega, the director of the home, was a 70-year-old woman, with wrinkled hands and eyes that had seen too much childhood suffering. He received Dolores in his office with distrust.
I don’t know what you mean, ma’am. The girl is under protection. You cannot receive unauthorized visitors. I just want to talk to you,” Dolores said about Salomé, about how she got here. Carmela was silent for a moment, assessing the woman in front of her. Something in Dolores inspired confidence. Perhaps age, perhaps the tired look of someone who has fought many battles. “The girl arrived 6 months ago,” Carmela began. Her uncle Gonzalo brought her. He said that he could not take care of her anymore, that his businesses did not allow it.
But there was something strange. Strange. How? The girl had marks, ma’am, bruises on her arms that no one wanted to explain and since she arrived she hardly speaks. She eats little, sleeps less, has nightmares every night, Dolores felt a chill. And after the meeting with your father, have you seen it? Carmela looked down. Since returning from prison, Salome has not uttered a single word. Doctors say there’s nothing physical. It’s as if something has closed inside her, as if she’s said everything she needed to say and is now silent forever.
Dolores looked out the window, where a blonde girl was playing alone in the yard. What did Carmela say to her father? Does anyone know? No one. But whatever it is, it’s destroying that little girl inside. 5 years earlier, the night that changed everything, the Fuentes house was silent. Sarah had put Salome to bed early as she did every night. The 3-year-old girl slept hugging her teddy bear, oblivious to the hell that was about to break loose.
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