I should have suspected from the beginning that all that noise could only be a rebellion. The prisoners were not crazy to make so much uproar for less than a final act of revolt. However, I was so focused on trying to keep Joana away from the damn case, and to stop admiring her stubbornness and courage, that I didn't notice that all the shit was already being done around us.Joana quickly took her cell phone out of the bag and started asking for help from all kinds of possible authorities, she even talked to journalists. Meanwhile, I pushed tables and chairs against the door, trying to save the guard who was almost being pushed and Joana who was not to blame for anything.There my theory was being proven. It was obvious that they wanted to come in because of her. It didn't even cross my mind any other reason. The rebellion was just a pretext, just something cute and expected to appear in the newspapers. They wanted her dead.Whoever kept me in that prison didn't want Joana to keep get

My state of shock lasted for the moment I was removed from the living room, until the moment I was taken to the infirmary. I didn't know how it had been. I didn't know how I was having so much cold blood to ignore my cell phone ringing incessantly. But my head was empty and at the same time very full."I was contacted by at least three different prosecutors," said the director of the prison, who was intercepting the entrance to the infirmary. He watched me with a great concern on his face. "Mrs. Jones, I'm really sorry about all this. We will repair this situation and all the detainees involved will be punished.”I don't remember nodding or saying anything, but the director made room in the small room with a nurse with the face of a few friends and closed the door. It was only after I was sitting on a fragile-looking metal stretcher that I noticed that Pablo had been leading me to the place all that time. I was even more shocked when I realized that my body totally cooled because I no

"I'm a little like that," he confessed, turning his eyes to his own feet. "I've never been able to get totally attached to a person, after so many years of not having anything that was mine. I don't know if Hazz told you, but our parents don't even own the farm where they worked since they were little. And we didn't have much to call ours there. So I ended up growing up with the idea that I could use something, so get rid of it when I got tired. It took me a long time to understand that it was not fair to do this with the girls who were interested in me, but not before I got involved in all kinds of problems possible. My whole life, I thought that was right, because I got used to it from an early age.”"It makes a little sense, as I said "I sighed softly, already feeling the calm invading my body. "Only the mark that my father left also prevents me from fully trusting people. To trust my life to anyone other than myself. I think the way he died, and having found the body first, made a

"I don't believe in your theory, but I think everyone in this prison has some reason to want your head off your neck," said Ramirez, lowering his tone of voice. "Get smart, Pablo. I’ve been hearing that the gang leaders are just waiting for a reason to end you. I don't know where this implication comes from, but it's good that you're prepared.”"Fuck it," I cursed, shrugging. "I just worry about what they really want with Joana.”Ramirez frowned, then watched me with half-closed eyes."Whe would your lawyer be involved in this, Pablo?”"Everything seems to be connected to her," I reflected in a low tone. The night before, I could barely sleep with that suspicion hovering over my head. Since Joana confessed to what happened in her family, I've been thinking about the coincidences. It was absurd, but considering the rebellion and her reports about her father, it could be connected in some way. "The father was murdered and they never found the suspect, after that, some tragic events cont

My mother gave me a lecture for hours after I returned home at the end of the prison rebellion.The news had spread to all possible gossip sites, since I had been committed to warning as many journalists as I found in my contacts, and warned some promoter friends of what was happening inside that place. If it weren't for those calls, I was sure I would already be dead. Without a doubt. There would be no table or chair that would prevent that door from coming down."Do you have any idea of everything that could have happened in there? " shouted my mother, out of her mind. She walked back and forth on the cute carpet in her office. My eyes were kept on my own feet, because my mother had the gift of making us ashamed in any situation. "Joana, you are the best lawyer in this country. She can't afford to continue attending that prison without some security trained to protect her in drastic situations like this. Is there a reason why your security guards need to accompany you every second o