Chapter forty-three

Aurora

I couldn’t explain how I managed to get to Naldo’s house on my feet. My hands were shaking as I held the plate of food. Naldo spent the whole time grumbling and saying how much he thought it was a great injustice.

— Does your father know about this? - I took the last spoonful, already feeling satisfied.

— About today’s episode, no, – I replied with my mouth full, – but about the rest, yes. And honestly, Naldo, I’m alone in this. My father doesn’t care about the damage Rebeca does to me.

— How absurd, – he continued. – if you want, you can stay here as long as necessary.

— And hand her my house on a platter? - I handed him the plate – I can’t, I need to go home.

— That woman can kill you. – He said it so firmly that I even got scared.

— I take care of myself – but I wasn’t so sure about that.

I continued there, sitting on the couch at Naldo’s house, who lived with his seventy-six-year-old mother, but who didn’t seem to be that age because of her disposition and appearance. I tho