The next morning, with slow but determined steps, Isabel headed toward the city, to the lawyer’s office. The streets seemed strange to her, people hurried by, but a new strength beat in her heart.

Víctor Morales greeted her with respect. A voluminous file awaited her on the desk. She opened it, and the first pages took her breath away: forged contracts, enormous debts, testimonies about disappearances, her son’s name linked to dangerous people.

Isabel put her hand to her chest. There was no more room for illusions. The son for whom she had sacrificed her freedom had himself chosen a path of no return. And yet… she felt the fight was not over.

Because, deep in her heart, a voice whispered: “Even if the son falls, it is the mother’s duty to uphold the truth.”