—To my uncle Julian.
The name landed in the room with a brutal weight.
Ramira closed her eyes for a moment, as if hearing that out loud finally settled years of misunderstood pain.
Julian Fuentes.
Ramira’s younger brother.
The man who had cried at the trial.
The one who had offered to take care of Salome “while justice took its course.”
The one who stated that his sister had been arguing with her husband for months and that on the night of the crime he noticed her “out of her mind”.
He then became the girl’s temporary guardian.
The same one that no one had reason to suspect.
Until now.
Méndez moved a little closer.
—Salome, I want you to tell me exactly what you saw.
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