My Millionaire Boss

t take long for the door to open and an unshaven man called out to me. I had Pedro in the sling, glued to my body, so I didn't have many problems with him getting up and getting in. The m

erve a single drop that ran down my eyes. Then I passed my hand over Pedro's head, drying him too. — I'm sorry for you. I imagine what he must be going through. — I just nodded. —But I have good news. Otávio has a small farm in the interior of Paraná. In a town called Santa Fe. Wow. This also caught me off guard. I didn't know there was a farm. Santa Fé was the city where Otávio's parents lived, who according to him, had passed away a few years ago, and I never got to meet them. —Is it in his name? Does it still belong to him? — my voice was weak, but Guilherme heard my question and began to nod his head. - Yes. He belonged. Now, following the will, passes to the children. And as the lady's son is the only heir, so the farm will be administered by his guardian, until he reaches his greatest age. A sigh of relief escaped my chest. I wouldn't be as helpless as I thought at times. The conversation still took some time, with Guilherme giving me coordinates of the next steps to take, how to put the name in Pedro's name, and about the owner of the apartment where I was staying. As rent was being paid, I talked to him saying that there would be no conditions to continue, and that I would need a few days to move. At least I wouldn't be living on the street, I already had a destination to follow. After I left the office, the first place I knocked was on Fabí's door. I needed my friend at that moment. I still didn't know what to think about everything that had happened that afternoon, but I felt exhausted. As soon as she opened the door, I jumped into her arms, finally letting the tears I held back so many hours ago escape to freedom. —What happened, friend? For the love of God, talk to me. She took me to the sofa, making me sit down and took Pedro off my lap. — There are so many things, Fabi. I can't bear it anymore alone. — Oh, my friend, you will never be alone. Fabi pulled me by the shoulder again. She had my son in one arm, playing with his hair, and I in the other, lying on her shoulder. I felt the burden of busy days fall upon me. Taking care of a wake, having such a small child, then the news of the loss of my home... it was as if the world