He then turned to Arthur, picking up a small women’s handbag from the chair.

“This is Sabrina’s purse,” he said, handing it to him.

Arthur took it, his eyes fixed on the bag for a moment before lifting them to the lawyer.

“Keep it with you, Álvaro… and give it to her parents when they arrive. Were you able to reach them?”

“I already contacted her parents, but they won’t be able to get to Brazil until tomorrow,” the lawyer replied.

“My God… her parents must be beside themselves,” Eloísa murmured