Returning to life( Nicolas)

Returning home was something strange because for me it was as if I had never been away, everything seemed so the same that I even doubted that 15 years had actually passed. However, I sadly noticed that not everything had survived my absence, many of my men of trust was no longer there, some had left, others had died, just like my mother.

Marli Montenegro, the woman who raised me and educated me like a son, was no longer alive and this was one of the greatest pains I felt in my life, I wished I hadn't woken up from the coma.

At this moment, sitting on my bed, leaning back against pillows, I observe the boy with dark blond hair and a physical build superior to someone his age. I have a hard time accepting that he is my son, that this teenager with the petulant look is the little package, still covered in blood, that For a few moments I held him in my arms.

____ richard, my son....I say to myself

____ the legitimate Montenegro....he completes

I smiled at the petulant tone in which he s