Chapter 97

More than two months had passed since Estela’s tragic death, and the trial that had been postponed was finally beginning. The courtroom was packed. On one side, the Avelar family was gathered: Augusto with a firm expression, Patrícia sitting beside him, discreetly holding his hand, and Rafael with tense, attentive eyes. On the other side, Estela’s father, his face closed off, wearing a dark suit, radiating grief and anger.

The judge entered, followed by the prosecutor and the defense