He was sentenced to life imprisonment for a crime he didn’t commit. Before being taken to prison, he asked to hold his newborn son for just one minute. But what he did while holding the baby shocked the entire courtroom and a multimillionaire.

The judge clung to the bench.

Clara began to cry silently, pressing Leo against her chest as if she wanted to fuse him to her own body.

But the worst was yet to come.

The coach opened a video.

A security camera.

Date. Time. Parking lot behind the building where Julián Enríquez was murdered.

A black sedan was in sight.

Julian was seen getting off his bicycle.

A man wearing a cap was seen approaching.

It wasn’t Matthew.

I didn’t have his body, nor his way of walking.

And when the killer raised his face for a second toward the camera, the entire courtroom let out a muffled murmur.

It was Bruno Salvatierra.

Vicente Aranda’s head of security.

Bruno was shooting.

Julian was falling.

And then, in the same recording, another figure appeared entering from the side two minutes later.

Matthew.

Arriving late.

In a hurry.

Desperate.

Too late to save anyone.

It’s still too early to place the blame on him.

“My God…” exclaimed someone in the last row.

The prosecutor stood up.

Your Excellency, I request the immediate suspension of the sentence, the preventive detention of Mr. Vicente Aranda, and the opening of an investigation for fabrication of evidence, bribery, aggravated homicide, and criminal association.

Vicente smiled again.

But it was no longer the confident smile she had before.

Something was broken.

Desperate.

“And they’re going to base everything on a planted memory?” he spat the words. “On a video that anyone can edit?”

Next, a third voice was heard in the following audio.

A male voice.

Tremendous.

If you’re hearing this, it’s probably because I’m already dead.

Nobody moved.

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