85 - Joana

"A detacker was found dead in his cell," said my mother, waking me up from a dream that I was totally surrounded by the kisses of an absurdly hot actor. It took me a while to understand what the hell she was talking about. I blinked, yawned, so I asked you to repeat it. "I said that this morning, one of the inmates of the prison where you have been spending more time than in your own house, was found dead. He was hanging with a sheet, but you know that everything inside the prison is solved in this way. So there's a chance he was murdered.”

That wasn't the best way to wake up a child. My eyes widened as she spoke, so my head turned absurdly when I made mention of standing in bed. All that time lying down, and that pressure in my head that was still getting in the way of going back to work, made me even weaker in the face of that news. I strongly resisted the desire to fall back into bed, and stared at my mother with half-closed eyes.

"And who was the detained?”

"They couldn't say the