Chapter 41

Pablo's POV

Not to mention that, with those blue eyes as deep as mine, it was easy to notice the difference between a happy man and one falling apart. Hazz seemed accomplished. The kind of man who would have made a lot of money in the lottery. That I would have had a night like that with good company. Or that it was a long time to achieve your biggest dreams. He looked like someone alive. Someone vibrant and out of line with the darkness of those bars. He looked like Joana.

Speaking of my lawyer, her hair was loose that day. The strands rolled minimally at the ends, giving the appearance that she just wet her hair and let it dry in the wind. I wasn't wearing makeup or jewelry, which also told me that I might as well have left in a hurry to arrive in time for visiting hours. Of course, Joana didn't need to respect the time, but Hazz did.

Silently, as the three of us faced each other, I wondered what the hell that lawyer was doing in my life. In a few days she had al