Alemão
At that moment, I made a decision. It was no longer about what Elize said or denied, or about the excuses she could give me. It was about me, about lifting this weight off my chest, about ending this doubt that consumed me. I was going to find the guy who was with her.
I didn't have much, just the image that never left my mind. The tattoo of Christ on his back, the black hair, and the car... a Fiesta. I knew the license plate, every number and letter, because I never forgot. It was etched in me like a curse.
I was determined to track him down. It didn't matter how much time or effort it took. I was going to find the bastard. And, after that, I would know the truth. I would know who was lying, who was wrong. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was her. But it didn't matter anymore. What mat
