me, when Guzman sat next to Ander and Polo at the hospital:
me, when Polo said “i know” after getting stabbed:
me, when the only person Polo wanted to get to as he was dying was Guzman:
me, when Guzman said he forgave Polo, as Polo lay dying in his arms:
me, when Guzman and Ander sat at Polo’s grave and my boys were finally reunited:



















