LukeAs Sandro walked me out of the hospital, I managed to control my impulses to be as cool as possible in carrying out the plan. I couldn’t fail, much less put feelings in between. If I thought too much about my family, I would instantly suffer and put them at risk.I stopped suddenly and put my actor to act.— I need to go to the bathroom, Sandro. – I tried a frustrated expression, as if the need was urgent – I can’t hold it.— I’m sorry, – he shook his head in denial and walked back towards the exit.— Can’t make a stop to go to the bathroom?He came back and looked me right in the eyes.— The last time you said you needed to go to the bathroom, you ran away. – He pointed his finger in my face – I’m not going to fall for that talk of yours again.They should not consider it an escape because I defended myself.He thought about it, knowing I was right.— If you want, you can stay in the bathroom with me. – He had an expression of disgust – besides, how would I escape from this hospi
AuroraI sat for almost an hour on the sofa, my mother’s notebook in my hands, not believing what I was seeing. Rebeca left the house with an ironic smile, satisfied with having won the battle.Claudio came home from work, and I was still there, with a dazed and puzzled expression on my face.— Where’s Rebecca? – It was the first thing he said, barely looking at me.— I don’t care – I let the hate speak for me – and did I mention how much I hate that woman?— Who needs to love her, it’s me – dropped the backpack on the sofa and watched the corridor behind Rebeca.— And how can you love someone like him? – I asked, and he looked at me – but are you incapable of loving your own daughter?— What’s going on with you, Aurora? – It’s obvious that he would evade the subject.— She deleted my book – a tear ran down my face – the book I spent months to finish, and she deleted the only copy I had of it.— Write another one,– he said, without any empathy for my feelings.It amazed me at Claudio’
GonzaloI clasped her hands behind her head, between the gray strands. Gonzalo Fagundes throws his long legs back in his chair and watches the city of Rio de Janeiro, while trying to imagine where Luke, his eldest son, has gone. Looking out the glass window of his office in the center of the city, while on a break and another sipping his cappuccino, preparing for the meeting that would take place that morning. The well-drawn eyebrows and striking eyes behind wide-framed glasses. On his face there is a skeptical, cunning or dangerous expression. Few people know him well. He knows the man behind that stern and dedicated air. There are books and newspapers scattered throughout the office. Photographs of his family grace the desk. On the walls hang his diplomas and awards he won as the best entrepreneur in recent years. He lives surrounded by over thirty years of fond memories.He looks up at the clock on the wall. Eight o’clock. His gaze is distant for a few seconds, and his thoughts tur
AuroraI’m still gripping the phone, and I don’t even realize I’m pressing it against my chest. My eyes burn and I know I’m about to cry. The problem is that the call had ended without me getting any important information about Luke. Naldo is wide-eyed toward me, waiting for me to say something to him.— Come on, Aurora, – he stirred, – tell me what’s going on.— It was Luke’s sister. – I swallowed hard and the expression on Naldo’s face became somber. – He’s missing.— Damn it! - Naldo whispered, put both hands on his head and walked from one side to the other inside the ice cream shop.I walked around the counter, and tried to get him to stop that, look at me and tell me once and for all what was going on with Luke.— You know the truth – I started to speak, but every time I opened my mouth, Naldo quickened his step – you know what happened to Luke.— How would I know? - it was at that time that he stopped and looked at me – I swear I have no idea what could have happened to Luke, A
Gonzalofor Helena Fagundes“I will not greet you with a brief hello, as senders are wont to do. Nor will I deceive you by saying I’m sorry for the confession that this letter carries. I do not feel. For you, I am incapable of feeling anything but pity. I write this letter only with the hope that it will be the courage you lack to put an end to your marriage for good. And to clear the way so that I can love Gonzalo without secrets. Firstly, I will introduce myself. I’m your husband’s mistress. My name doesn’t matter. But maybe you want to know that on the nights you slept alone, it was in my arms that he rested. That while you were crying hidden in the bathroom of your beautiful mansion, he was moaning, lost in my body. I am not sorry to inform you that Gonzalo has not loved her for a long time. You no longer want her. That you have become a weight on his heart. And these, for many nights, have been his confessions. I only ask that you have courage and end this marriage once and for a
AuroraI 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
LukeI walked the streets of Rio de Janeiro for two days, not knowing where I would end up. Without a cell phone and clothes, I slept on the street. I could stay in a hotel or rent an apartment, but I knew that Gonzalo was watching my every step and as soon as I made any bank transactions in my account, he would know.But I knew a lot of people in that city. After all, I was the son of the owner of beta gonsales. I headed to the house of a friend, who certainly Gonzalo didn’t know. I needed to be discreet and not raise too many suspicions. Elliot was not rich. On the contrary, he lived in a poor community and his house was simple. I called his name, and the boy with a shaved head and a yellow smile on his face soon appeared. He widened his eyes and smiled when he saw me.— Luke fagundes – he was really surprised to see me – what are you doing here?— Hi Elliot – I watched the street movement. The problem was that I had lived in the company of mistrust since the day they sent me to Bra
Aurora— Are you sure she will come? - Naldo put his fingers in his mouth, while biting what I left of his nails.We were waiting for Natalia at the departure gate of Brasília airport. And he squirmed, because he knew the decisive moment was finally coming. I would put Naldo against the wall and would no longer be able to lie about Luke.— Why are you angry? – I asked, even knowing the truth. I wanted Naldo to confess his fears.— Well, this Aurora – he became even more agitated – I’m being forced to tell the truth, putting both of your lives in danger.— Don’t exaggerate, – I said, rolling my eyes. – How many times were you in danger after you learned the truth? Did someone come after you? Did you suffer any threat?He knew I was right, and he knew that keeping this secret with the excuse that it would put us at risk was a far-fetched theory. But he wouldn’t give up on that, he would defend his thesis to the death.— You should be worrying about your own problems – he warned me – loo