Isabel staggered, but the stranger gently caught her, keeping her from falling. In an instant, she understood: the son for whom she had given up her freedom had betrayed her. And worst of all: no one knew where he was now. Was he still alive? Or had misfortune already reached him?

The man sighed, took out a card, and held it out firmly.

“My name is Victor Morales. I was the lawyer in some of your cases. If you really want to know the truth, come see me. But be prepared: what you discover will not be easy to bear.”

Isabel clutched the card with trembling hands. For the first time in years, a spark ignited inside her: this wasn’t the end of the road. There was still a route to the truth.

The night was endless.

Thoughts raced, images from the past returned: the rosy-cheeked boy who said, “Mom, I’ll always take care of you,” and then the young man who chose the darkest shortcut. She had carried her guilt, but now she understood: the sin never disappeared, it was only postponed. And the punishment had already caught up with her.