"Flávio"

I walked into the hotel bar and saw, at a table in the back, on the bar's balcony, the unmistakable image of that tall, slender woman with shiny, wavy brown hair, wearing a black dress with a plunging neckline and holding a strawberry daiquiri in one hand and a cigarette in the other, as always. That woman who had once been my wife, who decided to make me choose between her and my career and then simply walked away.

I walked over to her, analyzing the scene. Sabrina hadn't changed much; she was still a beautiful and provocative woman. We were the same age, our parents were friends, we went to school together, and I didn't even realize our parents had always pushed us toward each other. Before I knew it, I was already married and thought she was the right woman for me. Until she put me against the wall, and I refused to leave the police force and return to my father's company like a trained puppy. And I made the right choice! "Why the hell does a dead man come out of the grave