Chapter 3

Back then, just to steal the half a compressed biscuit I'd hidden under my pillow for Aylin, you grabbed a golf club and swung it hard at my shinbone.

The pain from that fracture was so intense that I still felt it whenever the rain started to fall.

Even now, on stormy days, that ache creeped back into my bones.

But this time, Dulce, you were the one whose legs would be shattered.

"Dulce, check that out!" Aylin suddenly cried out.

"Looks like someone welded the wine cellar door shut!"

They hurried over to the basement entrance.

"Are those weld…