My husband made me promise I would never go into his father’s room. Two years later I finally broke that promise, and what I found on the old man’s body put me on my knees. 😨

And that’s when she saw it.

That’s when Lucía’s entire world stopped spinning.

Because on Rafael Herrera’s left shoulder, partially hidden among a network of deep, old scars—scars that looked like they might have come from severe burns—there was a tattoo.

An eagle clutching a rose in its talons, the design rendered in black ink that had faded slightly with age but was still clearly visible. The eagle’s wings were spread wide, and the rose appeared to be in full bloom, its petals detailed and delicate.

Lucía froze completely, her hands still holding Rafael’s arm, her entire body going rigid with shock.

The room seemed to fall silent, though perhaps it had been silent all along and she was only now noticing. The sounds of the house—the hum of the air conditioning, the distant sound of traffic from the street—all seemed to fade away into nothing.Her body began to tremble uncontrollably.