CHAPTER 47

Sara de Almeida

We got off at the airport's private terminal and I couldn't stop thinking about Thomas. Maicon helped me with the crutches, while Simon carried Laura in his arms. The car that would take us to Thomas's apartment was already waiting for us, accompanied by three vehicles with security. Simon asked one of the vehicles to take Maicon and Mia home. He put Laura in the black SUV and came towards me to help me.

—I'm not going with you. I prefer to go straight to the apartment. We'll talk later — I said touching his shoulder.

—What do you mean, sister?— Thomas must be dying to see you.

—I'm not sure about that, but I can't see him in that state either. I need some rest. Those were difficult days. My head doesn't feel good at all — I walked, supported by crutches, to the car where the musicians were. Simon helped me in and said worriedly.

—I can't leave you alone. We still don't know where Pierre is. You need security.

— Everything is fine. I ask one of the security guards to a