Pietra The morning started like any other. I woke up early, followed my usual routine, and dropped Isaque off at school before heading to the diner where I worked. The atmosphere was calm, with a few regular customers enjoying the end of the breakfast hour. Mirella, a frequent patron who always came in later due to her night shift, took her usual spot near the counter. "Good morning, Pietra! How are you today?" Mirella asked with her warm smile as I prepared her coffee. "Good morning, Mirella! I'm doing well, thank you. And you? How was your night at work?" I replied, trying to maintain a light demeanor despite the exhaustion I felt. Our conversation flowed naturally, as it did every day. But then my phone rang, interrupt
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