Sabrina and Maurício arrived at his apartment. She took a deep breath when the door closed behind her, as if that simple gesture carried a symbolic weight: it was the first time in years that a space became hers alone—without bars, without the metallic clatter of keys, without sirens echoing. The silence that surrounded her was not the heavy, suffocating silence of prison. It was the silence of freedom. Of choice.

Maurício came up behind her, wrapping her in a firm embrace, resting his chin on