But sometimes, late at night, she looks at herself in the mirror and remembers that night in the bathroom, the second phone buzzing in her hand. She thinks about all the women who never get that buzz. Who never find the phone. Who spend their whole lives sleeping next to monsters, never knowing.

The reply came in three seconds: "Someone who knows what he did to Fabiana."

She never remarried. She never will.

She typed back: "Tell me who you are."

Alma sold the penthouse. She and Camila live in a smaller apartment in Condesa, with a balcony full of plants and a cat that Camila named “Justice.” Alma still practices law, but only pro bono now, only for families who have lost someone to the dark.