The Poconé farm's living room was filled with tension as the Forensic Medical Institute collected Nilton's body from the porch. The police meticulously examined every corner of the property, searching for clues about the sudden death of the family patriarch.
Meanwhile, Helena tried to keep calm in the room with the children. Isabel, Antônio, and Emanoel were eager for answers. Isabel, the eldest, innocently asked, “What happened to Grandpa Nilton, Mom?”
Helena, careful in choosing her words, replied, “Grandpa Nilton fell and got hurt, my love.”
Antônio, the family observer, noticed more than Helena intended to reveal. “But he has a wound on his head, Mom.”
Helena, maintaining composure, insisted on the explanation. “It's from the fall, my son. Sometimes, when someone falls, they can ge
