I spent the entire night with my mind boiling. Every calculation I scribbled was a desperate attempt to divert my attention, to calm the monster inside me. Somewhere along the way, in my climb between the asphalt and the hill, I had become a monster, and I didn't realize it.
Was I angry? I was. But it was something beyond anger, far beyond. Why? It wasn't just anger. It was the suffocating mix of pain, guilt, and the need for justice. Jorge Luís and Júnior had destroyed what was most important to me, but now, finally, I was one step away from making them pay.
And, finally, I was one step away from rebuilding my life too. It was no longer the life of the asphalt, but the woman I loved was with me, and that was the most important thing. Just as it was. I lay down for just a few minutes, an
