Malu
Evening comes quickly, maybe too quickly. When the door opens, Clara enters with a smile on her face and Bruninho sleeping in her arms.
“Lay him down on my bed,” I tell her, and she heads to my room smiling.
I’m wrapped on a green blanket with red flowers, on the edge of my soft living room couch. My body is shaking, and I feel feverish. My knuckles ache, and so does my head, but I’m lighthearted for doing what I believe is right. I know this conversation with Clara is going to be tough, maybe the toughest one I’ve ever had, but it’s necessary. That’s the best for everyone involved, including her future self.
She comes back to the living room with a smile on her face and sits down by my side. She touches my forehead and is immediately startled.
“You’re burning!”
“I’m fine, I too
