“Sorry for not calling earlier; it's just that I got home late, so I didn't want to bother you.”

“You never bother me, Aurora; how many times do I have to tell you that?”

“I'm a little tired; can we talk tomorrow?”

“What's going on? Your face looks so worn out, it even seems like you've been crying.”

“I said I'm tired.” I tried to stay polite; I just wanted to be alone today, but Tácio had that overly concerned way of his, which was getting on my nerves. “Tomorrow, when I get to work, I'll talk