Uélton and Josias avoided each other’s gaze. Since entering the house, Josias had greeted the parents warmly, but not his best friend. Uélton had stayed holed up in his room until his mother practically dragged him out to eat.
Now, the two sat across from each other at the table, neither having the courage to exchange a single word. Josias realized that Uélton had fabricated the “gang attack” story specifically to avoid snitching on him. Deep down, he felt a wave of gratitude.
“That’s a shame, Uélton. I had no idea,” Josias said, breaking the heavy silence. He knew his friend needed an opening to save face.
“You’re new to the favela, boy, so keep your eyes peeled,” Mr. Freire advised. “Unfortunately, it’s the honest, hardworking folks who pay the price these days.”
“It seems the more t
