The man on the bridge had the same height as Oliver, and his voice sounded like his too.I couldn't believe it, not at all. That couldn't be true. It couldn't be him, no way! How had I not recognized him on the first day? Maybe because I was so scared and dealing with my own problems, I couldn't focus on his real identity—especially after the news about the other man's death. I had truly believed it was the same person. What a strange coincidence.I remembered what Denise had said.“He tried to take his own life, but at the last moment something happened and made him change his mind, so he went back home.”Could they really be the same person? But then... didn't he recognize me the next day either?That question stayed in my mind all night long. I didn't sleep for a second.In the morning, I remembered something. The man from that night had a red sports car with a horse emblem. I also remembered that when I first arrived here, I had seen a car in the garage covered with a black sheet.

Denise had left on Friday night with Saulo. They were going to spend the weekend at the beach, and I have to admit, I had always wanted to see the sea.My mother had already traveled three times with Sandro and Alice, but they never took me. She was already jealous even seeing me dressed modestly—I'm sure she would kill me if she saw me in a bikini at the beach. Her jealousy was unhealthy, and because of it, I was deprived of everything.After the cake had baked and cooled, I covered it with the frosting I had made, placed the candle and the topper, stored it in the fridge, and went upstairs to give my little boss his bottle and get him ready.I left my phone charging so I could take lots of pictures. I also set aside some of his clothes that I thought were very cute—I would take more photos of him.Noah was already dressed up. I placed him in the stroller and went downstairs to the living room. I set up a small scene on the couch and placed him there. Next to him, I positioned the ca

At six in the morning, Noah and I were ready.I placed my bag with my belongings under his stroller and went down to the kitchen. I prepared breakfast, ate, and also made a snack for the trip. I had decided to take better care of my diet.I took the road that led to the village, and as I walked, I admired how beautiful the sky looked. I took some photos of the place, photos of Noah, and some of myself too. I loved taking pictures—it was a shame I couldn't post them on any social media. That scumbag Sandro could find me.At seven in the morning, I was entering São Caetano Village. Even though I had seen it from afar the day before, it was nothing compared to actually being there.At the entrance, there was already a small gas station, and further ahead, a bakery. I walked through the large square, filled with flowers and plants, and noticed a small stage already set up—this was surely where Oliver used to hold the parties. There was a covered soccer court, a bank, a tire shop, a school

Another Monday morning. Noah and I had already gone for a walk, and I wanted to go to the capital to buy a few things, especially since my birthday was coming up—it would be a few days after Father's Day.Speaking of Father's Day, I felt a wave of sadness. It would be another year without my hero. That feeling tore me apart—it was an unbearable pain—but I tried to focus on the present and forget the past so I wouldn't suffer twice.I remembered I needed to print Noah's one-month photos. I would place some of them in a frame in the bedroom. I also recalled Denise mentioning that Liana had supposedly prepared a room for Noah, but there was nothing inside. My curiosity grew again—I wanted to know which room it was. Maybe I could decorate it in the future, since Noah deserved a room that felt more like a child's space. When I caught Oliver in a good mood—which would be difficult—I would try to bring it up.So many questions filled my mind, but I couldn't dwell on them for too long. I had

It was Sunday morning—Father's Day. Noah had just fallen asleep again. I checked the clock and saw it was only four-thirty in the morning. I remembered the gift I had bought for Oliver. Since I wouldn't give it to him in person, I decided to hang the bag on his doorknob. I knew he usually woke up early, but I didn't think he was awake yet, so I did it. When he stepped out of his room, he would see the bag there. I hoped he would like receiving a photo with his son to celebrate his first Father's Day.I went back to my room and fell asleep again. I had asked Denise to take the bows I had made and deliver them to Poliana, the girl at the stand next to mine, so she could offer them to customers who came looking for me. Saulo had also paid for the ones he bought directly from me—he was going to give them as gifts to the girls at the ballet school he supported financially.Later, when I went to have breakfast, I found Oliver in the kitchen. He was making some small cakes. Since I knew he n