I was going to ticket him for driving 142 km/h, but when I saw that scar on his temple, my blood ran cold. It was him. The man who saved me 12 years ago… and now fate was asking me to return the favor.
It was a sweltering Tuesday in July on the A2 motorway, Madrid South exit. The asphalt seemed to melt under the relentless 2:30 p.m. sun, distorting the air with heat…









