The soft light of late afternoon flooded Bruno's parents' cozy kitchen, where everyone sat around the table. Loreta played with her grandchildren, Isabel, Antônio, and Emanoel, in the adjacent living room, providing a momentary relief for the family.In the kitchen, Helena, Bruno, and Nilton gathered around the table. It was time to discuss what had happened earlier when Loreta left home in a state of confusion. They exchanged silent glances, knowing it was time to address a topic that had been avoided for years. Helena, curious and determined, took the initiative.“I was thinking, Mr. Matos, about this farm Loreta talks about so much when she's confused. You've mentioned that she is the daughter of a rancher, right?”Nilton sighed deeply, looking at Helena's concerned face. It was a subject that rarely came up, but now it seemed inevitable.Nilton nodded, his gaze wandering into the past. “Yes, Helena. When Loreta and I met, she was the heir to a large farm in Mato Grosso. At that ti
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