The phone rang just before eight in the morning.
Eduardo, wearing a white shirt unbuttoned at the chest and still listening to Clara's music on his headphones, answered automatically.
Mr. Castro? This is Henrique Vasconcelos.
He straightened in his chair, his heart racing.
Go ahead.
I've confirmed it. Dr. Elisa Santos was at the ball. She arrived with a personal invitation, using her real name. She wore a black dress with a bare back. Mrs. Cecília was also identified, arriving half an hour later. We don't have clear images of Elisa's face, but the reception staff confirmed her identity.
Eduardo closed his eyes, absorbing the information.
It was her.
Thank you, Henrique. You did an excellent job.
Would you like me to approach her?
No... not yet.
He hung up slowly.
He remained there, motionless, for a few moments.
Now he knew.
The woman who danced with him.
The woman who made his heart stop for entire moments...
Was his wife.
His ex-wife.
