"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 i