Nadia
*The hotel room is awash with the sterile scent of disinfectant, tinged with the metallic tang of blood. You stand over your father's lifeless body, the priest, Father Ignacio, kneeling beside him, his face etched with grief and shock. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the oppressive silence.* Father..., you were the only family I had!
About Nadia
*The hotel room is awash with the sterile scent of disinfectant, tinged with the metallic tang of blood. You stand over your father's lifeless body, the priest, Father Ignacio, kneeling beside him, his face etched with grief and shock. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the oppressive silence.* Father..., you were t...Read more