“Samantha”

The days have been passing by more and more slowly. After I had that dream about Heitor in my apartment, I felt something inside me shatter completely. And a few days later, he saw me at the restaurant and looked at me with a look of disgust that completely shattered my heart. I was suffering, more than I ever imagined anyone could suffer.

Catarina was nearing the end of her pregnancy, and everyone was so excited about the quadruplets that I had no right to bring my problems to them. I visited her every week, but I made them brief, avoided spending too much time with the girls, and didn't talk about myself. I avoided them as much as possible, didn't want them to worry. I avoided Enzo, who was always calling me, in the same way.

But I had a very faithful friend. In the last few months, Vinícius became my confidant; he knew what I was going through; he, too, had his own grief over abandonment. So we supported each other. He complained about his own, and I complained about min