When they arrived at the Buarque family estate, the cold afternoon was fading, and night was setting in. They were received by Diogenes Buarque, who had aged ten years in recent months. Men who couldn't manage their assets tended to experience a significant downfall, and Diogenes was one of those men.
"Did something happen?"
"Where's mom?"
"In the room, packing her suitcase, there's a conference out of town with the church women."
Marco stared at him, wondering if he was truly stupid or just pretending. The woman was acting calmly behind his back. She was fleeing the country, and the man didn't notice.
Laura was about to go upstairs, but Marco's voice stopped her.
"You're not going alone."
"I'll be fine."
"If she hurts you in any way, I'll forget she's a woman."
Laura nodded quick
