Chapter 62 - A Sensitive Issue
Fabrício drove at a cautious 40 km/h through the main street, desperately trying to keep a low profile. After nearly flattening two residents of the Happiness Slum, he was terrified that local gangs would mark his red Gol for retaliation. “I must have been out of my mind to agree to this,” Fabrício muttered, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. As his car finally cleared the favela and merged onto the avenue leading toward the city center, he spotted a familiar figure. Pamela, still in her school uniform, was walking with the light step of someone who had just aced a retake. Fabrício’s lips curled into a malicious smile. Her little moment of joy was about to end. He pulled the Gol alongside her and slammed on the brakes. Pamela jumped, her eyes widening as she r
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