Chapter 92

Later that same night...

Letícia could not control her anger as she put a plan together in her mind. She paced back and forth, breathing deeply so as not to lose focus. She grabbed a small flashlight from her drawer and a coat, as the wind began to howl outside, foretelling imminent rain.

"If he’s not going to help me, I’ll handle it myself," she muttered to herself, determined.

Silently going downstairs, Letícia opened the side door of the house and hurried toward the barn. The dark