TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS

Sunday dawned sunny, although the temperature was not high. The sky was clear and extremely blue, not even looking like a heavy rain had fallen the night before. I had been playing with Bento on the open grass for hours, already feeling tired and with pain in my legs - sedentariness says hello, Helena - not seeing a sign of exhaustion in the German shepherd, who was looking for the little ball that I had just thrown. The house was empty, as earlier everyone had gone out for breakfast and to accompany Mr. Henrico to the airport, as he would be traveling in a few hours."No, Bento! Not in the mud!" I ran to try to reach him and stop him from going into the garden, otherwise the damage would be very ugly. "BENTO, DO YOU WANT TO SEE ME DEAD? I was about to finish shouting for the dog that was running happily towards its forbidden destination, until I tripped over my feet, falling like an avocado falling off a tree. As if by some magic step, Benedict immediately stopped running and looked

Helena's POV The days flew by and with college taking up most of my time, I didn't even notice. Saturday was nice and the weather was firm, making it possible for us to go out with light and comfortable clothes. I returned home looking forward to a shower after a quiet day at the record store where I worked. Nothing like my laptop, some snacks to eat, and some good movies. Yes, my Saturday night would be that way, and I had no problem with it. I had received my paycheck, and I was overjoyed to be able to contribute to the expenses, and to be putting more than half of my salary into an account that I had opened in order to have enough money so that we could get a place to live. Of course my mother didn't know about this last part, otherwise it wouldn't be any fun. The Carters would not be having any events that weekend, which meant that quiet would reign and I would not have any injured fingers while cutting anything. My mood was magnificent, I could almost hear the birds singing an

John's POV I felt extremely out of patience. What was supposed to be a pleasant day in the company of my friends had turned into a stress that could have - and should have - been avoided, if not for Bryan and his childishness. Talking to Helena that way was despicable, she had become unstructured and I was bothered by the sorrow on her features while listening to my friend's provocations, so I decided to intervene, although it was too late considering the slap the girl gave him. To be honest, I was amazed at her courage in speaking so confidently. I usually saw Bryan's provocations directed at her, and she always fought back with dignity, and all I did was observe her behavior in front of my friend's immature behavior - behavior that I disapproved of completely - I had thought of reprimanding him several times, however, Helena usually took the reins of the situation and defended herself very well, it was interesting to know that a girl who seemed so serene had such a sharp tongue.

Silence settled over the room and I glanced over at him, seeing that he, like me, was gazing at the view lost in thought. I don't know how long we remained like this, but the stillness was broken by the sound of his cell phone ringing. Still with a little difficulty, he took the phone from his pants pocket and answered without even seeing who it was."Hello? Hello?" he repeated. Seeing that he was not answered, he stared at the cell phone screen and frowned, putting it away soon after.The silence was again present, and although it was not at all uncomfortable, it still made me uneasy."I know it's none of my business, but I don't think it's a good idea for you to drive home," he turned his attention away from the view ahead and stared at me, his gaze meeting mine, which stared back at him. The half-light illuminated his face, and his opaque eyes seemed to want to unravel mine through the absence of sound. For a few moments I felt disconcerted, his curious and silent analysis made so

John's POVDuring my childhood, I loved watching action movies and seeing the characters run, fight, and make the most unbelievable escapes. I loved the way the twists and turns occurred, I saw the villains' schemes and the victory of the good guys, and although I didn't understand much, I found it all very interesting. Now, as an adult, I realize that nothing is as wonderful as it seems. Since the moment I took over the Zummarck case, I have been receiving strange calls from a private number, and they happen at various times of the day. The last one occurred in the early hours of the morning. I wasn't sure if I was just paranoid, but as I was in the car with Helena, I had the impression of seeing a motorcycle a little behind us. I stared intently at my cell phone screen, pondering the reasons why someone would spy on me, already having an idea.I would wait for the next move of whoever it was and take the appropriate measures for this type of situation. No one could frighten me. I