My sister and I switched identities and made her husband repent for his actions.
Suddenly, everything moved.
Damian was arrested first. Brenda and Doña Ofelia followed. The process wasn’t cinematic. There were no triumphant speeches or dramatic music. There were signatures, interviews, statements, procedures. But in the end, there was a restraining order. A divorce based on domestic violence. Full custody of Sofía. Financial protection. Distance.
Not justice exactly.
But survival, written into law.
Three days later, I returned to San Gabriel.
Lidia was sitting in the courtyard under a jacaranda tree when she saw me coming. For a second she didn’t move.
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