They had gone to share good news, not to say goodbye, and that detail lingered in the air of Sidrolândia like a cruel echo that refused to fade. Drielle had been radiant in the days before the trip, relatives recalled, her voice carrying a lightness that only comes when a long-held burden is finally lifted. After years of saving, of juggling responsibilities, of saying no to small comforts so that something bigger could someday be yes, she had managed to buy a house. It wasn’t grand, but it was solid, and to her it represented safety, Continue reading…