The first time I went to eat at my boss’s house, I almost fainted at the sight of his son. The child had exactly the same face as my own son.

Even the same little dimple on the left cheek.

My hands began to tremble.

The plate he was holding fell to the floor with a thud.

And before anyone could react…

My legs just stopped holding me up.

I fell to my knees.

Looking at the child.

Looking at my boss.

Trying to understand how it was possible that Alejandro Torres‘ son… was identical to mine.

Alejandro watched me for a long time.

Then he slowly put his glass down on the table.

And he said a phrase that made my blood run cold.

“Daniel… I think it’s about time you knew the truth about what happened seven years ago.

The silence in the courtyard became so heavy that it seemed as if the air itself had stopped. I was still on my knees on the stone floor, looking at the boy in front of me as if my mind was trying to wake up from a nightmare. But it wasn’t a dream.