Karen After Othon left, a deep pain settled in my chest. I looked at my parents, who seemed to understand the intensity of what I was feeling at that moment. Their gazes were full of compassion but also laden with concern. I acknowledge my mistakes, a series of miscalculated choices that led to this painful outcome. None of my missteps were intentional, and the idea of hurting those I love, especially Otavio, was like an unbearable weight on my conscience. Mom looked at me, her eyes expressing a mixture of understanding and solidarity. She offered to check on Otavio, but feeling responsible for the situation, I replied that I preferred to do it personally. I needed to face the consequences of my actions and try to mitigate the impact they had on my son
Othon As I walked with Bart, the insistent ringtone of the phone shattered the peace. Karen. Her name blinked on the screen, stirring a strange sensation within me. A bad feeling settled in my chest. With a lump in my throat, I answered, sitting down on a nearby bench. Karen's words hit me like a hammer, leaving me stunned. My son was missing. I gripped Bart's leash tightly, ready to rush back home and assist in the search. But something made me hesitate. As I ended the call and held onto the dog leash, a strange movement very close to me caught my attention. A figure was approaching from a side street. I furrowed my brow, a shiver running down my spine. "Otavio?" I spoke aloud, but he wouldn't hear me from that distance.
KarenI was consumed by despair, but I knew I needed to keep my composure, as Camila had suggested. Otávio depended on me, and I couldn't allow myself to fall apart. With slow steps, I returned to the sidewalk, anxiously waiting for the arrival of the police, whose delay felt like an eternity.Meanwhile, my mother, with teary eyes, joined me after searching the house for any sign of Otávio. My father, on the other hand, went from door to door, asking the neighbors if they had seen the boy. Anguish hung in the air, enveloping everyone in its web."He's out there somewhere," my mother tried to comfort me, holding my hand firmly."I know, Mom, but it's so hard..." I replied, struggling against the tears that threatened to fall at any moment.Suddenly, my mother's expression changed drastically. Her eyes widened as she fixed her gaze on something behind me."Karen! Look over there!" she exclaimed, pointing to the end of the street.I quickly turned in the indicated direction, and my eyes
OthonAfter leaving Otávio safely with Karen, I returned home, feeling torn between the desire to clarify everything immediately and the need to take a step back, allowing all of us to digest the revelations of that eventful day.While Bart roamed around the house, I was lost in thought. I didn't attempt to sleep, knowing I wouldn't be able to. I felt extremely restless and unable to simply lie down peacefully in my bed. Instead, I opted to try to focus on reading one of my books from the living room bookshelf. I would try to lose myself in the world of fiction and forget for a while the extraordinary turn of events that had happened in my life over the weekend.With a resigned sigh, I picked a volume and settled on the couch, hoping that the distraction of printed words could push away the tumultuous thoughts that haunted me.Already absorbed in the reading, I immersed myself in the pages of the book and finally managed to forget a bit about the world around me. However, the momentar
KarenUpon hearing Othon's words, I felt a tightness in my chest. His serious expression and sincere words struck me deeply. I was genuinely remorseful for my actions, but I also knew I couldn't erase the past. The decision to forgive or not now lay in Othon's hands.For a moment, I fell silent, processing everything he said. I acknowledged the gravity of the situation, yet I also felt the urgency of a second chance, the opportunity to prove that I had learned a valuable lesson that day."Othon," I began, my voice trembling slightly, "I know I can't change the past, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to start over. I've learned from my mistakes and am determined to be a better person, not just for myself, but also for our son."I looked into Othon's eyes, hoping to find understanding and acceptance in his gaze. Uncertainty hung in the air as I awaited his response, yearning for a chance to mend the damage I had caused."It's going to be okay, Karen," he said softly. "Try to get s
ColinThe doorbell rang insistently, interrupting my moment of peace at home. With an irritated sigh, I got up from the couch and made my way to the door, prepared to unleash a few curses at whoever was on the other side. But when I opened the door, I was completely stunned to find Valquíria standing there.“Valquíria? What's going on? Why do you seem so shaken?” I asked, my surprise reflected in my voice.She looked at me with red, swollen eyes, clearly struggling to contain the emotions overwhelming her. I had never seen her like this before, and it deeply worried me.“Colin... I... I need help” she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion.Instinctively, I opened the door wider, inviting her
OthonAfter ending the video call with my family, I felt inundated by a mix of emotions. But the joy of sharing the news of fatherhood with those I love was quickly overshadowed by a growing concern.As the hospital director and with Karen working as a nurse in the same institution, we were both subject to strict rules prohibiting relationships between colleagues. This revelation left me perplexed and torn. Now, I face the challenge of reconciling my happiness with the professional implications of this delicate situation.On one hand, I longed to share the news of my son's discovery with the world. On the other hand, I understood the need to proceed with caution to avoid compromising my reputation at the hospital and Karen's work. I needed to carefully consider my options before taking any hasty action.
KarenDays unfolded into a new pleasant routine, filled with subtle changes that began to transform our family dynamics. Since Othon decided to become more actively involved in Otávio's life, things seemed to have taken a different turn, and I couldn't be more grateful for it.Every morning, after dropping Otávio off at school, I headed to work. Othon now insisted on picking him up from school, a change I didn't expect but welcomed with gratitude. He could leave the hospital earlier than me, and seeing his commitment to being present in our son's life was reassuring.As Othon dropped Otávio off at my parents' house, I was confident that he was in good hands, allowing me to focus on my responsibilities.When I arrived home at the end of the day, I was greeted