That afternoon, Celina sat down in front of her laptop. She picked up the chapter she had left unfinished the day before, writing about reunions—with her own essence, her self-esteem, her forgotten dreams. The words flowed as if the energy of the morning had fed her creativity.

When her body began to feel heavy, she remembered her tasks for Thaís. She recorded three short videos—one about the importance of silence in the healing process, another on how relationships shape the way we see ourselves, and a third on the value of rebuilding.

Then she wrote a few brief passages:

“Not every love leaves longing. Some leave relief.”

“If you had to beg for affection, understand: it was never love.”

“Starting over is exhausting. But staying in the wrong place drains you completely.”

She sent everything to Thaís, trusting her skill to edit, design and schedule the next day’s posts.

By around six o’clock, exhaustion won out. Her body gave in and she fell asleep right there.

Gabriel came home aroun