The Queen's Return

I arrived in time to be welcomed by Winter. It is mild like a father who welcomes a son who arrives after a long journey. Instead of cooling, it warms my heart and awakens memories in me that make a lonely tear roll down my cheek. They are always as scarce as my genuine smiles or sincere gestures of affection.

The last time they wet my face was the day my daughter was born. There are no memories beyond her crying that remains just like a song that still manages to lull my demons to the point of weakness. And in my world there is nothing worse than having one so exposed to the eyes of enemies, because becoming a puppet will be inevitable.

That's what reminds me of these walls of this hotel. One of the secret family businesses managed by "ghosts" for emergency situations. Here were received friends, men whose lives were on a tightrope, and Lorena, so that her escape would not be discovered until the dark of night and then be thrown into the wheel of fate from which she was never to