“I’ve already sold the land. You have three days to leave.” Dona Conceição pressed the cell phone to her ear. Her lifeless eyes hadn’t cried in years, but her hands were trembling.

anymore.”

“The new owners arrive on Friday.”

“— Where will I go, Maurício? I can’t see… I have no one…”

“— I don’t know, Mom. But it’s not my problem anymore.”

The call ended.

Dona Conceição tried calling again.
Once. Twice. Five times.

The number you have dialed does not exist.

Friday arrived.

A car stopped in front of the house. Two men got out with measuring continue reading …