Chapter 7

Who was I now, without cameras, without a cellphone, and without Thiago? I felt my stomach churning, the cold of loneliness. How was it possible for that wealthy man to ensnare me? It was already six in the morning when I decided to leave the park; going home wasn't a good idea. I could only make my way to Laura's house.

— It's Lisa, open the door, please! — I shouted after knocking on the door repeatedly.

— You're crazy! How dare you interrupt my sleep! — Laura said, still with disheveled hair, more asleep than awake.

— I'm definitely crazy, — I replied and sat down sadly on her small couch.

— You look like death, — my friend commented, looking at me perplexed. — Where did you wake up?

— At a villa, I don't even know where, — I answered mechanically, as if I were a robot, completely absorbed.

— Lisa, haven't you realized you're pregnant? What kind of mess are you in? — My friend scolded me, somewhat incomprehensible or incredulous.

— In the mess called Thiago and his damn smile, — I