They were just trying to get home. A flat tire on the shoulder, family helping, daylight fading — an inconvenience, not a death sentence. Yet in seconds, their lives were erased by a truck that came out of nowhere, carrying not only speed and metal, but a mystery that still hangs over Rodovia do Sol. The driver who could perhaps explain everything chose instead to disappear, abandoning the wreckage and the people left bleeding behind.
Ingrid, her family, and the surviving victims now live in the long shadow of that choice. Their grief is not abstract; it is the nightly replay of screeching brakes and headlights that never slowed. As investigators search for answers, the community stands at the roadside vigils and wonders what kind of fear makes someone run from broken bodies. Justice, if it comes, cannot restore what was taken, but it can honor the dead by forcing the living to confront the cost of every reckless mile.