“Flávio”

I was at the police station. After meeting Sabrina, I didn't go home. The day was almost dawning, and I had to leave for work anyway. I thought it best not to disturb my little one. But I was going to disturb someone else. I picked up the phone and dialed my father.

"Flávio, good morning! Have you regained your senses yet?" My father answered calmly. I knew he always woke up very early, and at this hour he was already sitting in the library at home reading the news.

"Dad, I never lost you! But I called just to tell you something that I think you didn't understand," I said as calmly as he did. "Sabrina is a shot in the foot. I'm never going back to her, and if she bothers Manu, I'll break off contact with the family for good. So, stop using her; it won't work, and it's only irritating me."

"At least it's irritating you," my father laughed. It's clear he wanted more than just to annoy me.

- I thought we were going to call a truce? – I asked, seeing that my effort from the previ