Alemão narrating
I wanted to ask what she had been through, what had happened to her all this time. But something told me I wouldn't like the answer. Maybe it was better not to know, better not to open another wound while the one that was already open was still bleeding.
While driving back, with her holding on tightly to me on the motorcycle, my mind was elsewhere. An ally of mine had found the car. The damn Fiesta. The one I never forgot. The car that was at my doorstep that day when everything started to fall apart. I had finally located it.
I just needed to drop her off at the small apartment and go there. I didn't want to take her with me, I couldn't. If what I found wasn't something I wanted her to see, it would be better for her to stay where she was.
She didn't know anything, of
