“I’m glad, too.” I look away from him, and my gaze suddenly falls on a picture on the bookshelf of a man and a woman.
It’s the man I’m looking at, though.
I… recognize him.
I… do.
His hair isn’t as white, but he has the same beard and the same hairstyle.
As I stare at the picture, I remember the deal I made with the devil to save my father.
That’s El Diablo.
Alejandro follows my gaze and rubs the edge of my elbow.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Who’s the man in the picture?”
“My father.”