chapter 8

SANDRO WAITED FOR ELISA to get home so he could go out and breathe a little fresh air and catch up on his ideas...

Well, not so clean air for being in São Paulo, but that's ok...

But he desperately needed to get out of there before his son asked any more questions about what was happening to him and aroused any doubts.

— Are you all right, love? — Asked Elisa — you look pale, it looks like...

For God's sake... no more questions...

— Of course — he lied, clearly upset — it's all right, don't worry.

— Did you just see what happened in that game?

Sandro felt the headache return in a small pang.

— Yes, I did... I just need some fresh air, can we talk later when I get back?

— Sure honey...

She hugged him.

— I don't know what's going on, but it's going to be all right.

— Of course you will.

He kissed her and left.