Back in the living room, Jimena stood by the door, her face a mask of defiance. Morales approached her, a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “It’s going to be okay,” he said softly. “I’m here to help.”

Jimena nodded, a flicker of relief crossing her features. For the first time, she allowed herself to hope that the nightmare might finally be over, that the truth she had bravely exposed might lead to a brighter future. As Morales prepared to call for backup, ensuring Jimena’s safety, he knew this was only the beginning—a first step toward uncovering the full extent of what had happened within these walls.