Nico.
Her six-year-old son.
The only innocent person in a war created by powerful adults.
A quiet knock interrupted her thoughts.
She quickly wiped her face.
"Come in."
The door opened slowly.
A tall man stepped inside.
Santiago Reyes.
For fifteen years, he had been the shadow behind Rodrigo Salcedo.
The man who protected the family.
The man who knew every secret.
But tonight, something was different.
He wasn't wearing his usual security suit.
He looked tired.
Angry.
Almost ashamed.
"How is Nico?" Santiago asked.