I Found Him!

Karen

I 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