Narrated by Nicole
I don't think I've ever held myself together as much as I did in that situation.
On the outside, I was rigid. Cold. With the face of someone who has seen it all. But inside... my stomach was in knots, my soul was in turmoil, and my heart seemed to beat just to keep my stance upright. The scene was horrifying. It smelled of flesh, blood, gasoline, and revenge. But I stayed there.
Without blinking. Without retreating. Without faltering.
Because he needed me whole.
I saw Urso holding her head, still on fire. In his hand.
The wretched Jéssica, who once dared to spit in our family's face, was now just ashes and flames. And he stood there, breathing heavily, with a firm grip on it as if it were his own soul torn from his chest. The fire licking the burnt strands, her fac
