Chapter 57

Patrícia shifted in the armchair beside Augusto. The comfort of the seat did not prevent the slight tightness in her chest. She looked out the window, watching the city slowly fall away below as the aircraft gained altitude.

She sighed deeply.

"I already miss it," she murmured, more to herself than to him.

Augusto looked at her tenderly and took her hand.

"It was a special trip… but we have our home waiting for us."

"I know. It’s just that… I felt different there. Free, light, as if