Júlia ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Her body refused to obey, and her mind was a tormented loop of memories with Heitor. Her lungs burned, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and a hollow anguish made her wish she could simply vanish from the earth. After pausing to catch her breath against a pole, she spotted a taxi and waved it down frantically. She scrambled inside, terrified that Heitor might appear at any second. She never wanted to see him again; she would rather die than face the man who had destroyed her so perversely. It hurt a thousand times more than when her ex had turned on her.
“Miss, where are you headed?” the driver asked, pulling her out of her spiral.
Between choked sobs, she managed to give the address. She sat in the back, enduring the blur of her vision, th
