"Heitor"

Patrício scheduled the poker game at Rick's house. He wanted to cheer him up, because Rick had been feeling down ever since Taís left. It was only because of Rick that I agreed to come; I couldn't let down a friend who always helped me. But I didn't plan on staying long; I was restless and desperate to get home and see Samantha.

We were in the middle of a game, and I couldn't concentrate. Something was bothering me, and I didn't even know what it was. Enzo was calling me, and it was unnerving. I let the first two calls go to voicemail, but by the third, I was worried the boy had gotten into some trouble.

"What's up, Enzo?" I replied curtly.

"Hi, uncle. I'm fine, thanks for asking. And you, how are you?" Enzo was always sarcastic whenever I answered in a bad mood. "What do you want, kid? Judging by your voice, everything seems fine."

"Yeah, it is. But I'm curious about something."

"Enzo, learn to get straight to the point, don't beat around the bush." ​​I ran my hand over my f