“I matured over the years... I realized that people, no matter how much they want to say they are equal, they are not and their strength is precisely for this reason.Our emotional constitution, our position in society, our point of view on certain situations... in short... all these and other factors added or subtracted give us the particularity that strengthens or weakens us.Look at me, in this position I find myself in, similar to the game, I am vulnerable.It doesn't matter the skills I acquired that have kept us alive to this day. Now I'm an easy target. Similar to a “queen” cornered by another “queen” and the “pieces” that are part of her kingdom.”, he exemplifies.“You are scaring me when you use the terms she uses, bringing the game into our reality!”, she finds it strange and appears fearful.“Turns out this is a game, sis! What I'm in, in check... I hate having to say this, but sincerity obliges me: All human beings are in a game... they always have been and, only now, thro
“I'm sorry, but all the nurses and doctors were forced not to report these events. We even signed a term, so I felt torn about telling you and reaching out to your friend, Ms. Rúbia, and since they had decided to follow up outside, I believed the information was irrelevant”, the sister apologizes once again.“No, I mentioned the reason... I just said that my husband had made a plan in a private hospital in the capital and that's why our son wouldn't be born here. This forced her to tell me the truth about everything... Changing plans that I only knew about at the time of birth or never knew about... For becoming another one of the victims...,” she explains.“You speak so naturally…” strange.“It's a game I've played before, when I faced the people who threatened us, I saw them as simple pieces that should be discarded to achieve the objective of survival. Life for me has always been a trophy for survival.”, he takes a deep breath and adds, “there have been moments in my life when I ha
“I always believed in you and... know that... even though I knew we didn't have a normal life, anywhere we lived after Dad died, I felt safe knowing that you were by my side, taking care of me and ... that's why my sleep... was always peaceful, after all, there was no way not to be... I was absolutely sure that you were awake, attentive and by my side.Today I feel flattered that my heroine compares me to herself...!As children we try to compare ourselves to our heroes and the feeling of our hero comparing us to himself is... something surreal!Yes, I want to be a “Sam” for my nephew, in reality I have always dreamed of being like you, but I have to tell you that I will never replace you, my sister... I do not wish to be your “mother”. son” even though it is an incalculable honor.I want and love the idea of being your sister and your child's aunt and not having to take those titles that only you are entitled to.Now I want you to promise me, this is my condition, that you will rea
The next day, Saturday night.As an excellent strategist and good instructor, things went exactly as Eleonora planned except for the conclusion.The storm was bigger than predicted and, in addition, it also started about an hour earlier than estimated by the weather service. That's why the two women didn't count, but the worst surprise was yet to come.“Okay, the effect will occur in an hour or so, considering that it has been three hours since I introduced it into you.Now I'm going to give you more of this and... I already have everything prepared.You can be sure that it was raining outside and the thunder was beyond normal...”,While she was still speaking, the lights went out and the entire town was left in complete darkness.This makes them both tense, but that's not all.A sound of loud footsteps becomes audible to the two frightened women. They also hear, soon after, a male voice, hoarse as if communicating with at least one other man who, in turn, has the most incomprehensibl
The unfortunate man sets off on a reckless run and is only interrupted by the times when he gets his feet stuck in the mud and has to insist on removing the boots he is wearing and is forced to use in front of the branches, twigs and sharp stones that exist on the path.The feared actually happened. The river is covering the bridge that connects the small village to the Reid family mansion.Now he has no alternative but to make the long journey outside the property to avoid risking his own life trying to swim across.Almost an hour later, crossing some fences and corrals, he arrives at the mansion and, upon entering through the back door, grabs a handful of keys and leaves with them hidden under the cover, until he arrives at the large vehicle garage.Now in possession of one of them, the man will have to make an even longer journey through the center of the city, which, at this point in the storm, had streets similar to water and sewage channels.The electricity remains interrupted,
Without further delay, the scene returns to that outside his house where, while running aimlessly through the storm, he becomes more and more convinced that he was in front of two devilish women:The wife he admired, to whom he gave his heart, and the sister-in-law who always respected him and for whom he had immense affection.At that moment, still in the room and astonished at the fact that she had failed in her plan, the nurse hears her sister's voice, who finally returns and asks to see her son.To preserve Eleonora, Júlia decides not to report what happened, which only lasted a few minutes, but which could shake those who should remain safe.Sparing his sister this possible emotion would be crucial at that moment.Eleonora waves to Júlia who, in response, takes the child to her mother.She seemed to have stable emotions. But when she feels the child on her, she begins to demonstrate an inner happiness on her face, noticeable even when she is down.Eleonora had no idea of the em
“Send them up now”, orders the widow, she is curious due to the detail of the urgency.Twelve years later, present day...In a certain square, well-treed and full of concrete tables with black and white squares printed on each of them and just two concrete benches on each side of them, there used to be several people at a certain time in the late afternoon competing between itself the game that gave its name to the square in the center of the city's capital.The place became the most pleasant of all due to the cool climate, the birdsong and the fish swimming in the lakes. A colossal contrast with the concrete jungle that forms a kind of suffocating and noisy barrier.A woman was in one of her routines sitting on a wide wooden bench shaded by a huge tree a few meters away from a small, designated set of tables. Which, by the way, were the furthest away from the hustle and bustle caused by the accumulation of players and larger groups of tables in the center of the park.Everyone who fr
The next morning,at the counter of a bar two blocks from the capital's central hospital“Tiring night, doctor?”, a man approaches what appeared to be a doctor who had just finished his night shift and was having a drink to wake up.“Yes, it was, but it's part of the horror show of my profession... I can't afford to complain... I'm sorry, but do we know each other?” asks the doctor suspiciously, as he had never seen that man in a bar that it is almost the frequency of hospital employees.“Excuse me, let me introduce myself: I'm a DP detective here in the capital and my colleague and I would like to ask a few questions about the body of the elderly gentleman who was about to be examined.”, says the man dressed in a street sweeper's overalls, sweaty.Soon, the doctor finds the dress of what is called a “police investigator” strange.“I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to talk about it... like that, nothing official...” he cuts off the word and turns away from the investigator.“We know this