“That should never have happened.”

At the gate, the colonel caught up to them.

“The case will proceed through administrative and academic channels,” he explained.

Miguel nodded. “Thank you, Javier.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank the cameras… and the fact that you chose not to pay.”

A faint smile crossed Miguel’s face.

The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the courtyard as students drifted away, still talking about what had happened.

In the car, the silence felt lighter—no longer heavy, but relieved.

“Were you scared?” Alejandro asked.

“Yes,” Miguel answered. “But not for myself.”

Alejandro stared out the window.

“I was scared too.”

“Being afraid doesn’t make you guilty,” his father said.

At home, the closet door they had started fixing that morning still hung slightly crooked. The screwdriver lay on the floor.

Miguel picked it up.

“Let’s finish what we started.”

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