“Carmen,” he said, taking her hand, “this past year has been… it’s been the best of my life after so much darkness. And you’ve been a huge part of that. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know I want you in it.”
Carmen squeezed his hand, feeling like her heart was going to burst.
—I want you in my life too, Diego. But… there’s something you need to know. Something I’ve kept to myself for a long time because I couldn’t tell you.
Diego’s expression changed to one of concern.
—What’s wrong? Are you okay?
Carmen took the letter from the hospital out of her bag and put it on the table.
“Twelve years ago,” Carmen began, her voice trembling, “there was a fire in Vallecas. A fourteen-year-old girl was trapped inside. No one dared to go in, but a young man, a stranger, went into the fire and pulled her out. He saved her life and left without saying his name. I only saw a scar on his temple.”
Diego froze. He unconsciously brought his hand to the scar on his head. His eyes widened.
“You…?” he whispered. “Was it you?”