MARCUS LEFT HIS HOME, got into his car and left quietly – as if nothing had happened.
The night was starry and cloudless.
Perfect for a beautiful dream, but he lived in a nightmare...
The deputy stopped the car on the shoulder of the marginal Tietê – in the middle of peak hours, at 9:00 am in the morning – sat on the floor and started crying again.
My life is a lie... it has always been... I am a disgrace, my father was always right...
Unconsciously, Marcus took out his pistol, put the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger.