CHAPTER 39

NELLY

Tears fall from my eyes and reach the black velvet, I cry for him, for Lígia, for Luís Miguel and for the baby who never had the chance to live. I cry for all the innocent victims who died because of irresponsible drivers, drunk idiots who only think about themselves and how drunk they can get. I cry as I put everything back in its place, I continue to allow the tears to fall as I slide the tape and close the boxes, but I wince when I hear footsteps coming, I wipe the tears with the wrist of the shirt I wear and drop the work in half, walking on tiptoe and turning off the light before peeping through the door and escaping to the pool area, diving into the cold water to hide the tears, a few minutes later I hear my name in his mouth and he comes through the door like a rocket, eyes sharp and a serious face.

He knows.

I hug my own body, feeling the fabric of the blouse stick to my skin with the help of the water. David Rosna and ergolook into his, finding hunger in place of ange