Lucía’s breath caught. “Samuel never told me.”
“He told me once,” Camila said, voice cracking. “I was thirteen. He said if anything ever happened to him, I should look there before trusting anyone.”
Oscar’s jaw tightened.
The clock on the wall read 5:18 p.m.
Forty-two minutes.
The prison official who had been standing quietly near the corner finally moved. Her name tag read Warden Harris. She had the tired face of someone who had seen too many families break in rooms like this. “Mrs. Sandoval,” she said carefully, “I am going to notify the legal team on duty.”
Lucía almost laughed. “My appeals are over.”
“Not if there is credible new evidence.”
Oscar snapped, “Credible? From a child who was two?”
Emiliano began to cry harder.
Camila turned on her uncle with sudden fury. “Why are you so scared of a key?”
That silenced him for half a second too long.
