to farewellI didn't want Sandro following me that day, especially on what I was going to do. My apartment was on the second floor. I looked out the window, towards the street below, to make sure that if I fell, I would come out unharmed. It was too risky. There was no escaping through the window. But I knew that Sandro was interested in the neighbor who lived next door to me. So I made up a lie, so he could go there, and I could leave without him seeing me.— I need a favor – I stretched my neck out, looking at him, who, sitting on the floor in the hall, didn't look me in the eye – I need to go to the bathroom and there's no toilet paper.—I'm not going out to buy you toilet paper,– he growled.— I'm not going to ask you to do this – he said – ask the neighbor next door, and say it's for me.Sandro got up so fast that I even got scared.— Do you really want me to pass this shame? - he asked. — There won't be time to go there – I made a face – I'm too tight.— Do you swear? - he wide

Luke returns to Rio de Janeiro It was six o'clock in the morning that day. I'd barely slept the night before, replaying the entire escape plan in my head. I knew that my ticket to Rio de Janeiro would be quick. Not only that, but I would see my mother and then Gonzalo would ship me back immediately. Helena's state of health also worried me. I couldn't even bear to think of her dying of disgust for the evil things that Gonzalo put her through. And for her, I would risk my life if I had to. Sandro took the bags and ordered me to go downstairs. There was a car waiting for us and the driver was the same one who had brought me here when I arrived. The plane was the same, the pilot was the same. And I was still treated like a prisoner. I got on that plane and memories flooded me. I remember anguish exploding in my chest. From the fear I felt, the hatred and the desire for revenge that burned inside my heart. Now I was leaving, leaving behind friends, a lover, and other bad memories. I wo

LukeMy tears wet my mother’s robe. I don’t remember crying this much in my entire life. I wiped my eyes before looking at her, and playing a character I’ve never been.— How do you leave without saying goodbye? – She looked at me tenderly – not a phone call, not a message.— Sorry, mom – I had to interrupt her before she told the whole truth – the opportunity came up, and I couldn’t refuse.— What college are you doing? – Gonzalo really was a beautiful liar, he hadn’t told her almost anything. - how is the New Jersey?I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. What answer would I give her?— College of letters – was the first thing that came to my mind – New Jersey is…— Why lyrics? – She had a wrinkle of doubt on her forehead – What happened to you, my son? I liked to live intensely. I never saw you with a book in your hands, much less new that you liked to study.— There are many things about me that you don’t know – a lump formed in my throat. I felt like the worst human being on ea

LukeAs Sandro walked me out of the hospital, I managed to control my impulses to be as cool as possible in carrying out the plan. I couldn’t fail, much less put feelings in between. If I thought too much about my family, I would instantly suffer and put them at risk.I stopped suddenly and put my actor to act.— I need to go to the bathroom, Sandro. – I tried a frustrated expression, as if the need was urgent – I can’t hold it.— I’m sorry, – he shook his head in denial and walked back towards the exit.— Can’t make a stop to go to the bathroom?He came back and looked me right in the eyes.— The last time you said you needed to go to the bathroom, you ran away. – He pointed his finger in my face – I’m not going to fall for that talk of yours again.They should not consider it an escape because I defended myself.He thought about it, knowing I was right.— If you want, you can stay in the bathroom with me. – He had an expression of disgust – besides, how would I escape from this hospi

GonzaloI clasped her hands behind her head, between the gray strands. Gonzalo Fagundes throws his long legs back in his chair and watches the city of Rio de Janeiro, while trying to imagine where Luke, his eldest son, has gone. Looking out the glass window of his office in the center of the city, while on a break and another sipping his cappuccino, preparing for the meeting that would take place that morning. The well-drawn eyebrows and striking eyes behind wide-framed glasses. On his face there is a skeptical, cunning or dangerous expression. Few people know him well. He knows the man behind that stern and dedicated air. There are books and newspapers scattered throughout the office. Photographs of his family grace the desk. On the walls hang his diplomas and awards he won as the best entrepreneur in recent years. He lives surrounded by over thirty years of fond memories.He looks up at the clock on the wall. Eight o’clock. His gaze is distant for a few seconds, and his thoughts tur