Alejandro slumped forward, his face buried in his hands. Doña Victoria began to weep openly, realizing that the family name, the estate, and the status she had used to terrorize me for years were crumbling to dust in a single afternoon.
I stood up slowly, cradling my sleeping boy against my chest. I didn’t look back at them as they argued frantically with Ricardo. I didn’t need to.
I walked out of the courtroom doors and into the bright, warm afternoon sun. For the first time in five years, I breathed completely free. My son opened his eyes, looking up at me in the quiet light.
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