A possible justice?

Sara, for her part, was listening to everything in the call, she had taken the car and was driving at full speed to Estuart's house, but not before having called the police, the call was never hung up, even until the moment of impact, Clemencia He had lent him his cell phone to call the police, but while he was driving he could not tell them that someone was injured.

“Shit, it can't be, who would be hurt? What do I do, Johanne, it can't be you.

Sara had no choice but to hang up the call and use her phone, she stopped for a second, her hands didn't stop shaking, and she called an ambulance, she was already close to where Bruno's apartment was, she was nervous, distressed, if Johanne something happened to him it was completely his fault.

When he arrived at the complex's lobby, he ran in, waited for the elevator, and the minutes seemed eternal. He called Johanne's phone countless times, but no one took his call. When he arrived at the door of the apartment, he began to ring desperately,