Lucía.
But she wasn’t alone.
Behind her walked six other lawyers from one of the largest legal firms in Mexico City.
Reporters rushed forward instantly.
Cameras flashed everywhere.
Don Ernesto looked confused.
“Lucía… what is this?”
His daughter smiled softly while taking his trembling hands into hers.
“You spent twenty years defending us, Papá.”
Sofía stepped beside him.
“Now it’s our turn.”
But before they could enter the courtroom—
Valeria suddenly froze while staring across the hallway.
Her face lost color instantly.
Because standing near the prosecutor’s office…
was the former school principal they believed had died twelve years earlier.
And he was holding the exact same yellow baby blanket Sofía had been abandoned in as a newborn.
