The mansion was quiet. Aracely was tidying up the room while Lucca was taking a shower. As she pulled out some clothes from a drawer, she found a small safe.

“Oh, I could keep my jewelry here,” Ara shouted toward the bathroom.

“Love! Can I keep something in your safe?”

—Yes, love.

“What’s the code?”

—Your full birth date.

Ara smiled. She took the jewelry Lucca had given her and opened the safe. Inside, there were documents, money, a gun… and a small box.

Curiosity won. She opened it.

Inside, there was a little rag doll.

As soon as she held it, a chill ran through her.

She knew this doll.

It had been hers.

She’d lost it as a child, in a place her memory barely reached.

But now…

Bit by bit, the memories returned.

Two boys played with her. But she liked one of them more. She always brought him candy.

And his eyes… his eyes were as black as—

“Lucca…” she whispered, just as Lucca stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and wet hair.

—Did you manage to open it, love? —he a