The judge wasted no time. At the break of dawn, he authorized the arrest warrants. One by one, the names Amara had confessed were captured:
Esteban Ramírez, detained at his luxurious estate while trying to destroy documents.
Silvia Duarte, handcuffed as she left the prosecutor's office.
Ignacio Fuentes, surrounded by agents just before boarding a private flight.
Mateo Larralde, discovered in his hidden lab.
Reina Solís, arrested at a charity dinner, right in front of cameras.
Federico Mendoza and Lucas Benítez, caught off-guard at their exclusive club where they believed they were untouchable.
News spread like wildfire: "Corruption network dismantled by key witness confession."
And as promised, the judge granted Amara her conditional freedom. She wasn't innocent, but her cooperation had been vital to exposing the truth. Santiago stood outside the courthouse with their daughter, Israel.
When Amara saw them, she broke down in tears. Not for her freedom—but because she knew what was coming.
That very night, the threats began.
Anonymous messages. Cars parked outside the house. A note on the door that read: "This won't be forgotten."
The judge didn't hesitate.
"We're getting them out of the country. This time, I'm handling it personally."
A new destination: Italy, under new identities and strict security conditions. Amara, Santiago, Israel, and Amara's close family were escorted by a special unit.
Emma, watching from afar, said nothing. She simply nodded.
"Take care of them," she whispered to the judge. "They've earned it."
At the airport, as they boarded the flight, Amara held tightly onto Santiago.
"Will we ever come back?"
"When we no longer have to hide from the truth," he answered.
And with that, the plane took off.
A family marked by the past.
But now, with a second chance.