The Question That MattersThe courtroom was empty now. The cameras had packed up weeks ago. But Judge Marta Delgado sat alone in her chambers, staring at the file that had defined her career.She had presided over many trials. Drug lords, corrupt politicians, violent offenders. But this case was different. This case had forced her to confront something she had spent forty years trying not to see: that justice, for all its blindfolded statues, had always known how to peek.She thought about the witnesses who had testified. Young women, now older, their faces etched with the particular weariness of those who