Chapter 84

Night fell slowly, the sky turning a deep blue sprinkled with stars. Patrícia was in the kitchen, wearing a light dress, barefoot on the cool floor, her hair tied back in a casual way. There was something magical about seeing her in that space, so self-possessed, so serene.

Augusto appeared in the kitchen doorway with the sleeves of his plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows. He leaned against the doorframe, simply watching her.

“I never imagined that watching you cook would give me thi