Chapter 11

Joana's POV

I had invented so much shit over those three years to defend my famous clients, that I was even impressed with my ability to dig deep to have any benefit. Pablo just watched me in front of those firm words.

"And do you think I'm innocent? "He asked.

"I'm almost sure of that," I replied sincerely. Pablo shook his head. "I wonder if you've spent so much time in prison that you've even forgotten the truth?”

"I was forced to forget," he confessed, lowering his eyes to the table. Would you be lying or sorry? "It's not an easy kind of life we take in here. A lot cannot be said, considering the eyes and ears on each wall or door cleft. Everyone always knows something about the other in here.”

I nibbled my lower lip.

"So you assume you've never said anything for self-preservation?”

Pablo raised his head.

"Yes.”

A small smile grew on my lips.

"So I have a slight suspicion that it's really innocent.”

"What guarantee