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Cruel Heart 55
The car stopped in the middle of the lawn in front of the house. A two-story house, a cliché rich country house, with a super green lawn right at the entrance — with trees in each corner and plants beautifying each place —, dark varnished wood climbing the area, highlighting the white walls and rustic windows, different on the second floor, where they are made of glass.I leave quickly, without even a trace of tears and a wide smile to meet Gina. We hugged tightly, as if somehow she could protect me from my father, even though she didn't even know it.As we walked away, we looked at each other; your hands touching my face with a maternal touch.— Ah, Heaven... you are so beautiful. — He says, as if I had actually changed a lot during these months. — She's just pale.I shake my head, feeling Santiago's gaze from afar. —Bullshit, Gina. Back in Washington I barely got any sun... I think that affects my known color here.We laugh.- Good! —Say, we turn around. — We're waiting for yo
Cruel Heart 56
— On August 19, 2007, Celeste Brandão de Carvalho Savoia was found dead in the backyard of her home. All the expertise led to the conclusion of a fall from the window, from the second floor to the place where the body was found. The case was closed with the conclusion of a possible suicide, which was confirmed by the husband present at the scene and the couple's second eldest daughter, also present. Some new information made us reopen the case, that's why we're here... we want to know everything that happened, everything you remember about what happened in that house 14 years ago.The voice of the police officer in charge of the case rings out through the large room occupied by just the two of us. Everything is tense, especially because today I had the same conversation as yesterday with my father...I tap my thumbs together on my lap, trying to keep my breathing at least calm. Well, I think this is a bit impossible to be... but I try. I take a deep breath and exhale lightly, leavin
Cruel Heart 57
The surname Savoia not only carries a title of wealth, but also of rules, rules that are either our concern or our prison. One of them is: Keep the family always together in one home. And well, it was already brutally broken this morning.Gregório's car was heading to the beach house, far from ours, where my nightmare woke him up. The streets were lit only by streetlights and not a soul, other than ours, wandered here.I was still tormented, maybe that's why I didn't want to complain about that decision. But Dad will kill us when he wakes up and sees this.He will kill me for being so weak under my own background.As much as I deny it, I know the consequences of staying there. Everything in that house reminds me of the worst day of my life, the worst moment and the worst situation I witnessed when I still couldn't imagine what it was like to have blood on your own hands.I felt guilty.Everything was already present in my family field. I grew up with the image of a smiling mothe
Cruel Heart 58
I barely slept that night, I knew that convincing anyone to let me go back to Washington was something much more complicated to deal with — especially when the main thing was my father.The main event would be around a week from now, but in that time the small bait event would already take place to attract new big names in state power and perhaps even in the country. What will happen today.So we can say that the problem is much deeper...I closed the car door, turning to grab the belt and pull it across my body as I sat in the gray passenger seat.— You know he won't accept it silently, right?Júlio's voice sounded as the car moved away from the beach house. I looked at the sun starting to rise over the horizon and nodded, turning my face towards the oldest man, who was driving calmly. On the outside, of course.— That's why I'm doing this, I know that if I ask for the answer it will be correct. Denial will be accurate.Júlio lets out a tense air. — Going in secret is never th
Cruel Heart 59
The day dawned too quickly for me, I barely managed to sleep and soon I was up, ready for a meeting and soon inside one of the organization's cars, driven by Damiano.The city was already busy, people were walking calmly through last night's snowfall. I had never seen snow up close, today was the first time, but... I expected it to be a lively and happy meeting, nothing like now, tense and worried. As a new rain of snow began to fall calmly, I laid my head on the bench and took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a few seconds.— What will be the solution? — I heard Damiano ask quietly.The concern in his voice was so clear that I could feel the butterflies in my stomach becoming a thousand times more intense. My hands ring and my heart squeezes. In fact, I came determined to bring Kaanadan, but the reality is... I have no idea how to do this without having to risk my head on the gallows.— There's no... — I replied as quietly as your voice.Silence becomes present and we continue
Cruel Heart 60
That whole discovery left me in shock, imagining Gabriel alive seems so impossible that I still spend hours looking at his photos filed in the folder, trying to make it sink in and not be a nightmare... or a bomb.At the office, I send an email to Júlio, firstly because I know my father like no one else — he wouldn't answer me easily. I asked the soldier for a little help so he could put me on the first call after the event. Meanwhile, I organized a briefcase with everything I had found of Gabriel in Kaanadan's folders. Photos. Meeting places. Scratched maps. Dead...This is still so... confusing...Amongst everything, I didn't recognize a private number that Kaanadan called at least three times a month. It was something to look for, but I already had Gabriel's, and when I analyzed it... no, it wasn't him.I heard the bell, which was nothing more than a sound to alert the presence of the elevator. I turned to the door and left the office, hurrying through the hallways and up the s
Cruel Heart 61
It looks like chaos, doesn't it? I know, it sounds ridiculous and interesting at the same time.Well, chaos.My image in front of the mirror that morning was nothing like what I was. Or what I suppose I disdain to be "me." My black hair was neatly tied up at the top, in the middle of my head, falling in a wavy sea down my back, along with the rest of it loosely covering my back. If my face had an ounce of makeup on, it was barely noticeable, nothing more than lip gloss and super tinted mascara. My clothes, a set of black plasticized fabric; pants and a high-neck, sleeveless blouse. Don't worry about the cold, I was wearing a long coat that matched the mob black as well as my high boots.I woke up with my belly as cold as the winter that set every corner of the Capital on fire. Every meeting of cars full of soldiers, weapons... of power, scared me more than I had felt my entire life. It was like that because I was always in the middle of it, but never "inside", never carrying alongs
Cruel Heart 62
I woke up very early this morning. Without warning or explanation, I left the building and took a taxi to the address I picked up last night from one of Kaanadan's soldiers.As soon as we arrived at the mirrored building, I just took the solitary elevator and went to the top floor. The twentieth.The clock said half past eight, and supposedly everyone should be awake at that time. That's what I expect when the elevator stops and announces a presence outside the penthouse I came from.The doors open.- Sky?Marga looks at me confused, but with a docile smile on her face as she gives me space to enter. And so I do.— I'm sorry, I came without warning, I really needed to come. — I say as soon as I enter, seeing the elevator doors close and the red-haired woman nods at me in understanding.— Well, at this point I can already imagine what it is. — Tie your hair up on top of your head. — Have you had breakfast yet?Nego and she points her head in one direction. I follow her, seeing
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