A soft, almost desperately pained, smile was on your face as you kneeled down next to the hospital bed in which Moro lay.

Gently, as if he were made of glass, did you reach out to tug a strand of sweaty hair from his forehead behind his ear. He felt cold to the touch, drenched in sweat.

Tubes led from his nose up to a tank of oxygen while two needles, one on each of his hands, provided him with all the recourses necessary that he needed in order to get back on track.

"The doctors cannot promise if he ever wakes up again.", Alejandro said in a low voice as he entered the door and closed the door right after him again. "They managed to stop the bleeding and treated all the injuries but he has to wake up on his own."

The beeping of monitors and other medical equipment filled your ears.

Again and again did you let your fingers run through the boys hair. It almost felt like an obsession. Perhaps you believed it could make him open his eyes.

"This reminds me of how the old Don died.", you suddenly said, still the soft smile on your face.

Frowning, Alejandro let himself sink down in one of the chairs and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He had shed his bulletproof vests and the rest of his armour for casual attire and was now dressed in a simple black shirt and some jeans. If this wouldn't have been such an unfit moment you would have told him that he looked handsome.

"Are you finally ready to talk?", he asked in a passive aggressive manner.

You did not hold it against him. It was understandable that he was getting impatient, not just about your past life but also about the deal you had made with the cartel.

You let out a deep sight and placed a kiss on your sons forehead. Then you stood up to take a seat on the other side of the room.

Alejandro and you were now divided by so much space that you might as well could have been strangers. The bed in which your son battled over life and death was the only connection that you two shared in that moment.

It made your heart turn as heavy as stone.

And yet you greeted your husband with a calm smile.

"It's time.", you agreed and lowered your head. "Ask your questions."

His eyes narrowed.

"Will you answer them?", he asked, audibly suspicious.

"Si.", you simply answered. "As best as I can."

It did not matter just how much you hated to be in your position at that moment. And it wasn't important to note that you felt like this was about to make your marriage break.

This wasn't about you. It was about the fact that Alejandro deserved to know.

For a brief second his eyes wandered over your face. It was hard to tell what he felt.

Anger, that was an obvious one.

But you also believed to spot a small spark of worry in those brown eyes of his as well. Wether it was worry about you or something else did not matter.

"You were a narco.", it finally crossed Alejandro's lips.

"Si.", you nodded.

He leaned back in his seat. It was a defensive move. He did not quite want to believe that you admitted to it so easily.

"You just mentioned this reminds you of an old Dons death.", he tilted his head. "What Don were you referring to?"

It wasn't that you hadn't expected him to ask this question. But it was the fact that you couldn't help but huff softly as he asked. It struck you as off that even after all these years and the many moment of abuse did you still remember the old Don fondly.

"El Sin Nombre.", you locked eyes with him. "The old one. He died in an ambush, but you know that. One of the other units of this army led the attack."

"He was supposed to be escorted out the city."

"To prevent bloodshed. I know. And it was done just the way it was planned."

Now he couldn't help but show how irritated he was by the fact that you knew.

"This had been a secret mission...", it escaped him with disbelief. "Why do you know? How?"

Tired, you lowered your head. It was hard to look him in the eyes. You were ready to reveal all the layers that you were made of. You didn't want to spare the details.

But you just couldn't look at him while doing so. It was too embarrassing. It made you feel dirty.

"I think we should start with the beginning, no?", you asked and took a deep breath. "There is no point in telling you about what happened to El Sin Nombre if you don't know where I came from."

A low sound got stuck in his throat as he let his head fall back to rest it against the wall. Now he was only able to see you once he looked down.

Strange, if you considered that he was one of the very few people who had never made you feel like he looked down on you.

Once again there was this uncomfortable silence that came with unspoken reproaches and cold disgust that could only burn in the pit of a lovers stomach.

Alejandro's lips curled, but he refused to say something. Instead, he looked up to the ceiling until the sterile white light made his eyes water.

"Now that I think about it, you never told me anything about you.", a mocking huff escaped his lips as he looked at you again. "Soy un tonto. I should have known better. This is Las Almas. Everyone has a story to tell. Everyone except you."

Agreeing, you smiled.

"You've always been so smart.", you had to take another deep breath. "One of the many things why I fell for you. Smart and handsome? Pff. Doesn't happen. Not in cartel circles."

Alejandro tried to resist the urge to laugh out loud. But he failed. A soft snort managed to make his way out of his mouth anyways.