ks, but now those tears carried a strange mixture of pain, relief, and a fierce determination that had not existed minutes earlier.
“My daughter knows something,” she said, breathing heavily. “Something no one asked her before… something that can prove everything they accused me of was a lie.”
The social worker frowned slightly, clearly uncomfortable, because the legal system had already closed Ramira Fuentes’s case long ago, and reopening anything now seemed impossible.
“She is only a child,” the social worker said carefully, as if trying to calm a situation that could spiral beyond control.
Salomé slowly turned her head toward the woman and spoke with a calmness that felt almost unsettling for someone her age.
“But I remember things adults forgot to ask,” the girl replied quietly.
Silence filled the small room again, heavier than before.
