Gustavo, Ana Clara’s brother, had been a part of their lives for years. He ate at their house, took out small loans, and said that the family should help each other. Marcos never liked him very much, but Ana Clara trusted him.
That was the first mistake that would later hurt differently.
Trust isn’t always broken with a shout. Sometimes it’s broken with a borrowed key, a repeated private conversation, and a debt no one acknowledges until there’s blood on the asphalt.
On the night of the accident, Gustavo called Marcos twice before the police did. In the first call, he only asked if Ana Clara had arrived yet. In the second, he sounded agitated, but not surprised.
Marcos didn’t think about that then. Grief reduces the world to a single phrase: she’s gone. Everything else is left out, waiting its turn.
