Chapter 52

The Roman night was cold and silent when the black car stopped in front of the five-star hotel where the couple was staying. Augusto stepped out first and walked around to open the door for Patrícia, who got out still visibly shaken by the events of the dinner.

She clutched her red clutch purse tightly, as if she were still channeling the anger from the slap she had given Estela. He noticed. Gently, he took her hand and brought it to his lips.

“It’s over now, my dear. We’re far from