Because on Don Rafael’s shoulder…
among the deep scars…
there was something she would never forget.
A tattoo.
An eagle holding a rose.
Her body began to tremble.
Because that tattoo had lived in her memory since she was seven years old.
FLASHBACK – 20 YEARS EARLIER
The orphanage where Lucía lived was on fire.
Screams.
Smoke.
Flames everywhere.
Little Lucía was trapped.
— Help! Please!
Suddenly, a man rushed through the flames.
She didn’t know him.
He wrapped her in a wet blanket and held her tightly.
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