Chapter 72

Patrícia boarded the bus with her heart in pieces. She sat in a window seat and curled up there, hugging her purse close to her chest. When the engine roared to life, a shiver ran down her spine. She was really leaving.

Outside, Augusto stepped out of the limousine like a hurricane. The moment he set foot in the bus terminal, he headed straight for the main hall, his eyes scanning the space with urgency.

The ticket clerk noticed the well-dressed man, eyes frantic and hair disheveled,