Sara de AlmeidaFrom the moment the story about Simon and me came out, until my presence in that club, it was an anxious few hours. I had barely slept well that night and the physical therapy session had not gone as well as I had hoped. I was exhausted, sad and scared. When Matheus alerted me to the fact that Pierre might be at the club, my nerves collapsed. I tried to relax when Simon started to sing, but that place brought back bad memories. And to make matters worse I needed to go to the bathroom.Going through that corridor, I only remembered the scene of Laura throwing up. I remember going into a state of alert, trying to help her walk, while also having to make sure we were safe. When we entered the bathroom, I didn't expect that man to enter right behind me. I could hear the sound of the door opening, just like that night. I looked at the floor and the sight of Laura next to me, out, made me nauseous. The dry blast of the shot, the blood, Matheus's screams and everything becomi

Laura AnthonyOnly I know the joy I felt when I entered the room and found a notebook on the bed. I ran to him and saw my grandfather's note.—A request for a truce so that we can begin to understand each other. What do you think?—.I smiled and thought about the best strategy for that moment. I needed to be diplomatic in order to put my plan into practice. I went to the main porch, where my grandfather had his breakfast every morning. He smiled when he saw me and asked me to sit at the table.— Thanks for this. It was very kind — I thanked him with a restrained voice.— Good to hear your voice. I was beginning to wonder if you were mute.I chuckled at the comment, remembering how hard it had been to go so long without speaking.— Sit down. I'll appreciate it if you have coffee with me. You don't need to say anything. Just feed.I smiled and sat down at the table with Dom. I was beginning to wonder if I shouldn't have used that strategy a long time ago. It would have saved me so much

Sara de AlmeidaI woke up that morning in a good mood for exercise. I was already able to walk supported by the physiotherapist and he had promised that we would try to walk with crutches. In the first attempts, I felt that the fear of falling was holding me back and I could not move my feet safely. Simon must have realized that my problem was my mind, that it wasn't helping, because he turned on the stereo, asked me to close my eyes and concentrate on the music, and his voice. I closed my eyes and started listening to the opera invade the entire room. I knew her very well, she was Thomas' favorite. I remembered the first time I heard it at home in Brazil. We had gotten together to celebrate Laura's birthday and Thomas was talking to Matheus about classical music. I looked at him fascinated, I thought Thomas was the smartest man in the world. She looked like a teenager admiring her prince charming. Then he asked if I liked classical music. I replied that I wasn't used to listening. He

Simon LeeI wasn't going to wait another second for Laura. It was clear that she had been caught and could be in danger of her life. I sent a radio warning that we were going to invade and asked everyone to wait for the command. I was walking until I got very close to the house, when I heard the voice that gave meaning to my whole existence.—Simon Lee, wait!—Abort! — I said into the radio.I looked to the side and Laura was in a man's lap. Lucca Capone. On a defensive instinct I pulled out my gun and pointed it at Lucca . The men beside him threatened to do the same, but the chief's command stopped them.— No. Put away the weapons. Lucca looked at me and waited for me to do the same .I looked at Laura and she nodded, smiling. I took a deep breath and put the pistol away. The man approached me cautiously, carrying my wife and child in his arms. I was in a state of alert and looked all the time at the hands of the security guards around me.— Do not worry. No one will do anything to

Thomas AnthonyIn a few minutes we arrived at Simon's apartment. He knelt before his friend's body and wept. I found Jonny standing over the body of Bob, one of the agency's most senior security guards. I touched his shoulder and asked what we had for clues.—We managed to get the plate, but it must have been tampered with. We are activating the Transit Center to follow the route. We have already notified the police and they are monitoring the airports and the main exits of the city.—Have you notified Bob's family yet?—The wife is already on her way.Simon approached, completely devastated.—I shouldn't have let Sara come here. I should have insisted that she accompany us.—It wasn't your fault. We're both going to find her. — Jonny grabbed his brother by the neck and their foreheads were pressed together. The union between brothers seems to have become even stronger with the arrival of Sara. That protective instinct between them was something I knew well.—The three of us are going