I saw my daughter begging in the street while carrying her baby… She told me her husband had… When I stopped at the red light, I saw my daughter begging, counting coins while holding her baby in her arms.

And injustice is not covered up, it is confronted.

When we arrived, your mother opened the door.

Upon seeing Sofia, his face changed completely.

“Daughter…!” she said, her voice breaking.

Sofia collapsed into his arms like a little girl who finally allows herself to cry.

There were no questions that night.

There were no recriminations.

There was only hot soup, a clean bed, clothes for the baby, and a healing silence.

The next morning, I made the calls I needed to make.

A lawyer.

A trusted friend in the prosecutor’s office.