Chapter 8

• The next day was worse. My mind insisted on telling me that I was weak, that I had simply lain down with the man who had killed my sister. But the options available to me were either to scream to the world what had happened and call the police or to do what I did.
• I took a shower that lasted almost an hour, and I still felt like I had rolled in all the filth in the world.
• I couldn't tell what time it was outside. I couldn't sleep and didn't have the strength to get out of bed. Maitê, Eva, and even Astrid came to me countless times, asking about the previous night. But I didn't tell them anything. It was as if I were in a state of shock.