When she woke up in bed, she heard screams and realized it was Wikly who was screaming.
Maya was startled; she had heard countless screams in recent years. Her hands began to tremble, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Desperate, she covered her ears, trying to block out the sounds that seemed to echo in her mind.
The screams were part of her nightmares, memories of nights besides Wikly that she didn't want to relive. Every time she heard them, she was transported back to those dark moments, filled with fear and pain.
As the tears fell, Maya curled up in the corner of the room, her body trembling.
“Please, stop...” she whispered; her voice muffled by the hands covering her ears.
Meanwhile, Constantino dragged Wikly to the butcher shop, so the screams could no longer be heard. Inside t
