Two weeks ago...
In the heart of a bustling Madrid, Spain, the sun had long dipped below the horizon, leaving the streets bathed in the warm glow of amber streetlights. The city pulsed with life, its vibrant energy echoing through the narrow alleyways and across the wide plazas. It was a place where the old world met the new, where centuries-old buildings stood beside modern constructions, and where traditions mingled with contemporary lifestyles.
In a dimly lit apartment on the outskirts of the city, Lucia, Franco's mother, swayed to the rhythm of her favorite song, a sultry flamenco number that filled the room with its passionate beats. She held a cigarette between her fingers, taking a long drag before exhaling the smoke in a slow, deliberate stream. The air was thick with the scent o
