I’m sitting in my apartment, hands trembling despite the whiskey in my glass. The clock reads 6:17 PM. Three hours until the judge hears the witness testimony. My lawyer, Félix, sent someone—Virginia Goodman, a legend in criminal defense. She’s across from me, calm, professional, her eyes sharp behind her glasses. She says the prosecutor has a witness. That I’m running out of time. That I need to tell her the truth.

I start with the hotel. Laura. The blackmail. The locked room. I describe waking up, her body in the bathroom, the door sealed from the inside. I watch her face for doubt, for disbelief. But she just nods, takes notes. Then she suggests a theory: Tomás, the father, broke in. His wife Elvira runs the hotel. She could’ve helped him escape.

That’s when I smile. Because I know something she doesn’t.

I’ve been testing her. I’ve known it was Tomás all along. But now, I wonder—does she know I’m lying about Laura? About everything?

She leans forward. 'Adrián, what if Laura wasn’t the villain? What if she was trying to do the right thing?'