Alemão
At the end of the day, the Captain already had everything he needed about the new family. Amélia was forty-one years old, Renata, the daughter, was 23, and the boy was 10. The husband owned a neighborhood market, and the man was known for being violent and drinking too much. He wasn't just violent, he was cruel. Amélia seemed like a good woman, and everything the captain received pointed to that, but she carried on her shoulders years of suffering, everything a woman could endure and perhaps even more.
"They stay. If they want to go down, they can too," the Captain said, with that straightforward tone. "But if they decide to go down, it's on their own, and it's only once. There's no going back."
I noticed Anderson, who was standing beside me, make a face. He always maintained a s
