"Flávio"

Manu and I talked a little more with her father. He seemed like a good man and seemed to love his daughter very much, unlike his wife. When we hung up the phone, she was calm, but her face was still streaked with tears. I held her in my lap and ran my fingers over her cheeks.

"Now, beautiful lady, tell me who Camilo is," I asked, and she started to laugh.

"Anyone would say you're jealous."

"But I really am." I didn't even try to deny it; it was the absolute truth. She looked at me as if analyzing my answer.

"Camilo is my older brother. He's wonderful and has always protected me from my mother's wrath. He's my father's son from his first marriage. His mother died giving birth to their second child, who also died in childbirth. Soon after, my parents got married and had me. Juliano is my younger brother, and he's my mother's favorite. We don't get along very well." "I see. From what your father said, your mother has always been like this with you." "The way your mother treated