Miguel was your husband of 4 years. He was more than you could ever ask for. But it was all a lie.

You were walking down the hallway towards your hotel room. You were holding a box, it was a watch inside, Miguel’s anniversary gift. You froze when you heard a gun cock, and felt metal on the back of your head.

You turned to see Miguel pointing a gun to your head. He did this because your father killed his father.

“Sorry, love.”