He pleaded for one last chance to see his little girl before the sentence was carried out… but what she whispered into his ear turned his entire fate upside down.
The wall clock read exactly 6:00 a.m. when the heavy steel door of cell block D groaned open.

Five long years. Five years of declaring his innocence to cold, indifferent concrete walls.
Now, with only hours remaining before the final walk, Mateo Vargas had a single request.
“I need to see my daughter,” he said, his voice cracked and hoarse.
That’s my only wish.
Let me see little Elena before everything ends.
The youngest officer avoided his gaze, clearly uncomfortable. The senior guard scoffed and spat on the floor.
Convicts don’t get to make demands.
She’s only eight.
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