The dining table in Paraty was full.It wasn’t a big table — the house had been designed for intimacy, not banquets — but we had improvised.We joined two tables, spread light tablecloths, and added extra chairs that Mateo had found in the basement. The result was a mosaic of people, laughter, and dishes that blended together.August was sitting between Aurora and Matilda, eyes shining as he told them about the crab he had seen on the beach. Thaïs, beside Mateo, gestured with enthusiasm, describing something I couldn’t quite hear but that made Mateo almost smile. Raphaël, his arm still in a cast but already more animated, tried to eat with his left hand, with mixed results that Anya never missed the chance to tease him about.Luca and Zahir argued about football as if they hadn’t spent the last few months fighting for their lives. Edda watched everything in silence, a glass of wine in her hand, an almost imperceptible smile on her lips. Gregor, still a little distant but already integ
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