“Flávio”

We went to my parents' house, and when we arrived, they were truly surprised. My mother opened her arms and came to greet me.

“Son, you’re back, finally!” She hugged me.

“Don’t be fooled, Mom. I just came to talk to you. I’m going back to Porto Paraíso today.” I said quickly, and she placed her hand on my face.

“When will you understand that you belong here?” she asked.

“Not anymore, Mom,” I replied, greeting my father.

“Well, I think you’ll change your mind soon,” my father said with a smile.

“Are you saying that because of Sabrina, Dad?” I gave him a cynical smile. “I’m trying to understand how she managed to annul the divorce decree.”

“From what I know, you dropped the divorce because she was pregnant. And you signed all the documents for her.” But that reckless woman went on a trip and lost my grandson in a miscarriage. The way my father spoke, it seemed like he truly believed in the miscarriage.

"That's all you know, Dad? That's all you know?" I pressed, and he stared at