When Flávia released me, she said:

“You look awful. I’m getting you coffee and something to eat.”

“You don’t have to. I’m fine.”

“What part of ‘you need to stay strong for all this’ don’t you understand? You have to be healthy. If you get sick, someone else will take your place in isolation. Do you want that to happen?”

“I would never let my son be with someone else for all that time.”

“Then… what would you like with your coffee?” She smiled.

“Something ...