Tomás stepped back slightly, confused, almost frightened.

I walked toward the first vehicle. The leader of the group, a tall man with a sharp gaze, opened the door for me, bowing his head in respect.

“Mrs. Hall, we are at your service,” he said.

Mrs. Hall. Not Llorente. Hall. My birth name, the one my father always wanted me to wear with pride.

In that instant, I understood that my life had just changed forever. My father hadn’t just left me his memory; he’d left me a secret inheritance, carefully guarded from those who could manipulate or use me.

As Tomás watched from the sidewalk, his face contorted with grief, I knew that what was coming wasn’t the end of an era…