Chapter 62

Augusto remained by the bedside, watching Patrícia sleep. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, as if that simple gesture could protect her from everything.

The door opened softly, and the doctor returned with a clipboard in hand and an attentive expression.

"Mr. Avelar?" she called quietly, not wanting to disturb.

He stood up and walked over to her at the corner of the room.

"Yes, doctor. What is it? Is something serious?"

She glanced at the clipboard, then at him, with a slig