He begged to see his little girl one last time before they carried out the sentence… but what she whispered in his ear turned his entire destiny upside down.
The wall clock showed 6:00 a.m. sharp when the heavy metal door of cell block D creaked open.
Five long years. Five years of shouting his innocence into indifferent concrete walls.
Now, with only hours left before the final walk, Mateo Vargas had just one final request.
“I need to see my daughter,” he said, voice cracked and raw.
That’s my only wish.
Let me see little Elena before everything ends.
The youngest officer looked away, uncomfortable. The senior one snorted and spat on the floor.
