CHAPTER 23
SANDRO lay down beside his wife, Elisa, and hugged her affectionately.
— It's no use coming to want to please, because I've been waiting for you all night to have dinner with us, you know very well that you're no longer a single teenager who does what he wants with his life, there are two people who care about you here in this house.
— I told you what happened, it was totally unexpected.
— What stupidity, Sandro, your attitude ended up killing that boy, you know? It seems that he does not measure the consequences of his actions.
— How is it? — Sandro looked like he was going to explode on top of his wife, but he took a deep breath before continuing — The boy robs a person, runs from the police and I'm guilty? What kind of little chat is this, Elisa?
— Don't be so dramatic, Sandro.
— You know very well how dedicated I am to my work, I would never let a person be robbed in front of me without doing anything, it could very well be you there in that woman's place, I would like the policeman who had the power and duty to act not to do absolutely nothing? The world is not a flower garden where no one does anything wrong, you know?
— You could have died.
— You know that's not going to happen...
— Is he immortal now?
— Do you know...
— Forget it, go… I'm too tired to argue about it, good night.
— I'm a police officer, Elisa, take it as a gift from God, I'm one of the few people who have the privilege of receiving a salary to help people, often save them, but some people pay a different price, I can't live not knowing the consequences of a robbery, you should remember how we met...
— It's all right...
In theory, in a distant alternate reality, in a beautiful world of flowers and that there is no evil, Sandro knew that his wife was right, of course, in a perfect world that doesn't exist, but in that stone jungle they lived in, it didn't work. just like that, political correctness was a cancer they had to live with, the police were surrounded by biased reporters, just waiting for the perfect click to make a little money, the person themselves had no objective guilt for trying to survive the way they could., but that should not be an excuse for committing the wildest crimes.
We all have the power of choices, regardless of what your life was like...
HE HUGGED HIS WIFE a little tighter and said softly in her ear:
— I love you.
— Humpf — she huffed, as she turned around, prancing and snuggling her butt against his crotch and flashing that smile that told him everything.
They made love.