That night, Constantino didn't sleep; he held Maya against his chest.
She cried for a long time, but then quieted down and nestled. The new man Constantino had become just held her, as he no longer knew how to make her calm. When he noticed she was asleep, he called Anastácia. Maya's friend was surprised by the call.
“Did you get out, Anésio? Did you leave the institution you were in?”
“That doesn't matter...”
“Maya is on the verge of finding a way to harm herself. Can you help? I know you were imprisoned unjustly, but Maya is not to blame either.”
“Maya is with me.”
“Thank God... how is she? I haven't been able to talk to her for a few months.”
“I don't really know, Anastácia. But I need to know how hurt she is. I don't know if I can wait until tomorrow; she's sleeping, but she moa
