With shaky hands, my father carefully pushed up my sleeve, his fingers lightly touching the ripped material. Under the blood and dirt was a recognizable burn mark, one that had faded but never fully disappeared. His hand stopped as he stared at it.
I tried to speak, my throat sore and painful, and managed to whisper a single word, rough but clear.
"Dad..."
In that moment, something inside him broke. Understanding flashed across his face, followed by a rush of pain so intense it seemed to leave him breathless. He quickly took off his expensive jacket, draping it over me, his hands shaking as he wrapped me tightly in his embrace.
"Rubio? Who hurt you?" His voice quivered with anger and worry. "I'll destroy them! I'll wipe out every single one of them!"