The weekend was chaos. I was trying to get my thoughts in order. We got the girls together on Sunday and I told them what was going on. Soon a dispute began to see who would be the godmother, everyone agreed that Mel was already Pedro's godmother, so she was out of the running. I asked Virgínia not to tell Levy, I would do it myself. And everyone swore not to tell anyone, respecting my decision to keep Alessandro from finding out.

On Monday I was a wreck. Tired and distracted. I felt almost uncontrollably sleepy. I wasn't feeling very well.

- Cat, wake up. Come, lie down on the couch in my living room for a while. – Patrício called me in a low voice.

- What happened? – I lifted my head from the table and looked at him, somewhat confused.

- You were sleeping. Come, lie down on the couch in my living room. I think I'll give you a few days off.

- Did I fall asleep? I think I'm having a really bad stress crisis. – I said, a little irritated, knowing exactly what the problem was.

- I think