I stood at the prison entrance with a small bundle of clothes in my hands. I couldn’t believe that after three months, I was finally seeing the sunlight again.

I took a few steps outside and, in the distance, saw dozens of cars parked along the side of the road. I immediately knew who they were. I clenched my fists as I felt my teeth grind with anger.

The butler stepped out of one of the cars and approached me.

“Madam, it’s a pleasure to see you again. Mr. Líbano is waiting for you in the car.