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Unfortunately we didn't have a jet or any other transport faster than Max's Amarok to take us back to the center of Metropolity. During the trip, a wave of anxiety completely destabilized me. A thousand things were going through my mind, but I didn't have the capacity to organize them into a logical thought.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine. - Max drives and tries to reassure me by saying positive phrases every five minutes.

We've put music on the radio, I've tried napping, but nothing works. I just want to get to the hospital and see how Peter is doing, come face to face with him.

I rub my hands all the time, I don't have nails to bite anymore. It's like a sad and tragic dèjavu.

" Try to read a little, we'll stop later for fuel... I think in less than an hour, we'll be arriving. - Max reassures me once again.

I risk following his advice and start reading Doce Ana. It is a novel with a completely different plot than O Segredo da Prostitute. More contemporary, light and reflective, it also