The sentence

I don’t seek to sell myself. I’m trying to sell a part of me that I can lose without ceasing to be me.Valentina Reyes is thirty-four, has a chili stall in La Merced, and a decision made: to sell her left kidney. Not out of desperation but calculation. She has reviewed the numbers, knows the risks, and is clear that that kidney is hers and that having it is her right.The Mexican state does not agree.Case file 2847-B arrives on the desk of Judge Ernesto Camargo on a gray Tuesday on the thirteenth floor of the Superior Court of Justice of Mexico City. Ernesto has twenty years of experience solving difficult cases. He can read a file in fifteen minutes. But this one has no precedent, no correct answer, and both sides of the argument are equally solid: the right of a woman over her own body versus the state's obligation to protect the most vulnerable.Over nine months, as the judicial process advances, the two worlds will come closer in a way neither anticipated. And when the moment to decide arrives, the weight of the ruling will be far greater than anything a file can measure.“The Sentence” is a novel about the distance that separates the law from justice, what is right from what is possible, the judge from the man. A story without villains, built with the precision of the best legal thriller and the warmth of great Latin American storytelling. Read more