CHAPTER 21
UNEASE IN THE FAVELAS
Blanca tossed and turned in bed as a hand reached out to cover her mouth. “It’s a dream. Only a dream,” said the commanding voice. Sweating and gasping for breath, she woke up and wiped her perspiring brow with the back of her hand.
The light from the partially drawn curtain coming into her room calmed her and brought her back to the present. When would these nightmares stop, and what truly demanded her attention in Brazil? She remembered the counselling she had started a few years earlier, which had only accelerated her anxiety as soon as the psychologist dug into her past. Blanca wasn’t ready to face her past then, but she was now.
Shifting out of bed, she turned on her phone and ignored the missed calls and messages from Carlos. She did not want to d
