At the back of the station, there was a room for the Captain. It was used by him and his wife, but it was being reorganized, transformed into a kind of duplex with two rooms and a larger balcony, so that all the families could use it. I needed to keep moving. I went to help lay the slab, to haul cement, so that my body would tire and I wouldn't do anything stupid. Still, the day dragged on slowly, each minute stretched, as if time were against me. Lucas, Tenente, and even Navalha made sure to watch me from a distance, ensuring I wasn't overtaken by impulsiveness. I was a powder keg ready to explode, but I had to keep it under control. This was the decisive moment.
At some point, I took a shower and put on clean clothes, looked at myself in the mirror and only saw anger in my eyes. I picke
