In a climactic confrontation at the edge of the Cabo da Roca cliffs—the very place where her "case" began—Helena met her tormentor. It wasn't Ricardo, but his brother, seeking a twisted form of justice for the man he never believed was truly gone.
"I know where you are," the ink bled into the paper. "And I know what you took."
The letter, however, threatened to dismantle everything. It was from Ricardo, a man who had been dead to the world since the night of the "accident" two decades ago. Or so Helena had told the police.
The humid air of Lisbon hung heavy over the cobblestone streets of Alfama as Helena stared at the old, yellowed envelope in her hands. For twenty years, she had built a life on a foundation of silence—a successful career, a loving husband, and a daughter, Clara, who was now preparing for her own wedding.
Helena’s mind raced back to that rainy night in 2004. A heated argument in a coastal villa, a push in self-defense, and a body disappearing into the dark Atlantic. She had been a victim of his abuse, and in that moment, she chose survival over the truth. Now, Ricardo—or someone who knew his ghost—was back.