"Samantha"

The situation with Nando was a trigger for all the tension I was feeling. For the last two days, I've received flowers from Heitor's father, along with cards inviting me. I thought this man would leave me alone, but he's still bothering me. I thought it best to ignore it and pretend it wasn't my problem. Now, with this Nando situation, I'd just let it go.

Heitor and I were face-to-face for hours, and he didn't even say a word to me. I'd sent several messages, and he never responded. Now, we were all staying at Patrício's house—what was that going to be like?

But to my surprise, Heitor didn't go to Patrício's. I waited, and nothing. Wasn't everyone supposed to be together? Where had this man gotten himself into?

"Samantha?" I felt Rick's hand on my shoulder. I'd been staring out the window for hours, sitting in that armchair in the living room.

"Oh, hi, Rick." I was distracted. "I noticed. Waiting for Heitor?" My eyes welled up at the question. "Want to open up to me? I'm a