He begged to see his little girl one last time before the execution of the sentence… but what she whispered in his ear changed his destiny.
The wall clock showed precisely 6:00 when the heavy metal door of cell block D creaked open.
Five long years. Five years spent shouting his innocence against indifferent concrete walls.
With just hours to go before the final march, Mateo Vargas had only one request left.
“I have to see my daughter,” he said in a broken, hoarse voice.
That is my only wish.
Let me see little Elena before it all ends.
The youngest officer looked away, uncomfortable. The older one sniffed and spat on the ground.
Convicts do not have the right to make demands.
She is only eight years old.
I haven’t hugged her in three years.
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