Chapter 61

The next morning, Patrícia lay awake, staring at the ceiling as she processed the latest events. Her head still ached a little, but nothing compared to the discomfort of the night before.

Augusto entered the bedroom quietly, carrying a tray in his hands: fresh juice, fruit, and warm bread.

“Good morning, my love,” he said with a gentle smile, setting the tray beside her. “How are you feeling today?”

She adjusted the pillows and sighed.

“A little better… The headache has eased. Thank