Elize
We stopped at the entrance of the police station, and there was a lawyer waiting for us. He was a young man, with a well-tailored suit and a calm expression that didn't match my nervous state. I didn't even know his name and didn't ask; everything seemed blurry in my mind. I was nervous, scared, and my head felt like a complete mess. Alemão... or Washington, I don't even know what to call him anymore... guided me inside, holding my hand.
"Stay calm," he murmured, without even looking at me. "Just say what you have to say."
I nodded, even with a lump in my throat, and entered. We were taken to a private room, where the detective was already waiting for us. As soon as he saw Washington, he stood up and shook his hand with a respect I didn't expect. He seemed to treat Washington as s
