The Hand that Kills

The hand that kills

Two years later, news arrived that my father came running to share with me. He showed me a picture in the newspaper of a young woman with a scar that went from her mouth to her ear and Marcos beside her. The news said that they had separated. And that was not all. He sent that newspaper and a note showing regret and asking his father to take him back. I did not believe for a minute that regret, I distrusted Marcos, because he never mentioned how he knew our address and this to me was a sign that something in that story was false. Maybe the whole thing was fake. But Dad was excited. And not listening to my warnings of a possible frame-up, he sent another letter inviting him to join us again.

Dad, helped by my father-in-law, prepared a wing of the mansion we lived in just for Marcos, so that he could have more privacy. I demanded that Gabriel take me to a place of our own, for I had no desire to be close to my brother and had no confidence in him. Nothing coul