Well, my name is Iornanda Caracriste. I am a geography professor at the Vale do Acaraú State University. I work in this field of geography and the environment.
I’ve worked for several organizations, right? And you all know how discreet I am on my social media, how I’m not one to post much or be active on social media. At most, things about work, at any level of social media, but I had to come here.
Unfortunately, I wouldn't like to be coming here, but because of the reason that motivated me to be here, right? Well, my daughter Isabele, man, she died Sunday night. But my daughter, before saying exactly that, I wanted to say the following, that my daughter was a beautiful girl, young, only 22 years old, cheerful, those who knew her knew how she was, full of dreams, spoke very well, right?
She wrote very well and dreamed of being a great lawyer, a criminal defense attorney. That’s what she dreamed of being. We were very close, she and I were inseparable, right?
When I was away, she was always calling me. Wherever she was, she always called me, and I would call her too. Every day she said good morning, every day she said good night, telling me the things that were happening to her.
People even laughed, right, at how close we were, right, they would tease me and simply she was already in her second semester of law school and then she saw an ad, right, this July. But everything I’m going to tell you, believe it or not, folks, was from July to this Sunday. From July to this past Sunday, right?
Isabele saw an ad for an internship at a large law firm here in Fortaleza, right? She applied for this internship, was selected, and was extremely happy. She told me she was super happy, right?
About the internship, about being selected, that she was very well evaluated, and that they liked her a lot. Days after she started this internship, right? She told me that her boss had liked her performance so much, right, and her boss took her to work directly with him because he liked her performance so much.
I even thought it was strange because in such a short time he had already managed to evaluate her performance, took her to work directly, moved her from the sector where she was , and brought her to his sector, where he was the manager, right? For her, this was a source of great pride. For me, as a mother, I found it strange, strange.
It was too soon to have an assessment of her, right? Well, she was very happy, extremely happy. She started talking about the many hearings she was doing, these online hearings, you know?
And she said the guy was very close to her, he wouldn't leave her side. And I warned her, my daughter, he is your boss, he's older, right? You're a young, beautiful girl, be careful, because in that little dynamic where you like someone's work and they start giving you a lot of attention, a young girl doesn't even realize it's harassment; she thinks she's on top of the world, doesn't she?
She feels proud , right? She feels enchanted, she gets more and more enthusiastic. Well, less than 10 days after she started at this company, she came to announce that she was dating this guy, her boss in that department, at that big office; she was dating him, and he was actually a partner in this firm, a partner, right?
In less than 10 days, they were already dating. I questioned it, right? But then, to be able, as a mother, to get to know who this guy really was, I arranged a lunch with him.
We went to lunch. He arrived there in a suit, very talkative, with a very gentle way of speaking. He introduced himself to me, said whose son he was, told me his mother's name, where she worked, and his father's name.
He talked about his grandfather, a well-known lawyer here in Fortaleza, right? He said that, actually, he had truly fallen in love with my daughter at first sight. And I asked if he had been married, he said no.
At that moment, I stepped away to the restroom to check some information very quickly, and I saw that, yes, who his mother was, who his grandfather was , and all that. I went back to the table. That was it.
That was it. Simply put, after that lunch, I felt more comforted. But even so, a mother's heart knows; I felt there was something not quite right there.
It was an exaggeration, something very fast, very accelerated. Things only teenagers do, not a grown man of 33 years old. 33 years old, right?
Days later, I went to take my daughter to a gynecological exam. That was very shocking to me. Arriving there, as I was going to enter the gynecologist's office with my daughter, he shows up and tries to go in ahead of me.
Guys, what is this? The doctor was so surprised she asked, "Is he her husband? " I said, "No.
" He’s just a new boyfriend. And I looked at him and blocked him. All my maternal alarms went off right then and there.
Some really crazy behavior. You know that person you look at and don't make eye contact with? Look away.
Exactly. And simply my daughter started spending more and more time at his place. More and more.
Some days she would sleep over. Then she started sleeping over one day, then two days, three days. Of course, I had some big arguments with her about it.
Of course I didn't want it, but she was 22, an adult. And I was afraid of fighting too much with my daughter and us drifting further apart. Drfting further and further apart because of that, right?
One fine day she spent a whole weekend there, said she was coming home, but didn't. She didn't come, right? She said she was at their beach house in Cumbuco, then she was somewhere else, the next day she was out and didn't come home, was at the Beto Carrero park, and they kept sending me photos, she was enchanted, completely enchanted by it all.
Until one fine day, right, enchanted, completely in love. Until one day she comes to me, kind of upset, and says: " Mom, I'm coming over. " I said: "My daughter, come, this is your home.
" Then she tells me something extremely strange. That he had asked to use her credit card and wanted to put a company in her name. Folks, I went crazy.
I lost my mind. I said: "How can a 32- year-old man who claims to be successful, from the family he's from, ask you for a card to pay for a surgery ? " Guys, won't his mother pay for this surgery?
He has no card, he has no health insurance. What is this? I'm just a university professor and I have one.
Imagine the high positions and the standard of living his family has. How can this be? I went crazy, we fought, right?
I didn't want to let her go back , but she was simply in love, very much in love, her head completely turned. The possibilities of being a businesswoman in this field with him, a great lawyer, a 22-year-old girl, only in her second semester. Second semester , people, the second semester.
Until she said she was going to move in for good, she announced she was moving in for good. And he told me over the phone not to worry, that my daughter was very well protected, and that he wanted to arrange to meet the whole family the following weekend, you know? The whole family.
You know that deep hurt inside me, that desperation inside me? But I didn't want to fight with my daughter so I wouldn't be apart from her. She came over, she said: "Mom, I'm not well , I'm going to spend the weekend there because I'm feeling a pain in my neck, right?
I have a stiff neck. " She came to spend the weekend with me. On Saturday, we went to her uncle's birthday party, right?
My brother's, she slept here at my house. On Sunday I went to wake her up to give her a muscle relaxant, to take care of her, but I felt she was very, very, very conflicted and the phone wouldn't stop. Guys, this girl's phone, she was receiving messages the whole time.
The whole time, the whole time, the whole time. It wouldn't stop, it wouldn't stop, it wouldn't stop. And I said: "My daughter, what is this?
" No, because he this, I don't know what. If he, of course, he, the boyfriend, the boyfriend, this girl didn't have the right to have a medical consultation that it was constant messages, she didn't have the right to anything, to anything. So she said to me: "Mom, I'm going," this on Sunday, late afternoon, "Mom, I'm going to mass and to the procession with the family, with him and his family.
" Exactly. Even though she was living there, she came to spend the weekend with me. I told her not to go, that she wasn't well, but she said she was going to that procession, but that she would come back, that she would come back.
When I looked at her room, I saw her makeup bag. Then my heart, you know, calmed down. But then I saw that messages were arriving all the time.
There was a moment when I saw it was him. Many messages one after the other, many messages. So he was extremely controlling, extremely controlling, beyond normal, obsessive, obsessive, controlling the whole time, right?
Eh, my nephew later told me, you know, that he had really spoken to her too. As I said, I asked him to talk, everyone asked, I asked everyone in the family to talk to her, that this wasn't normal. But she went, she went because, look, I said, "I'll take you," and she said, "No, he already ordered an Uber for me.
" I said, "Go then, since you already ordered it. " And she headed off to the family apartment where she lived with her mother, her brother, and her boyfriend to go to a mass and a procession. Right?
Around 7 something that night, she sent me a message saying: "Mom, check the chicken I left in the air fryer," my daughter, if you hadn't reminded me, right? Then right after that, a little later, she said: " Mom, I love you. " I said: "I love you too.
Don't forget to take the muscle relaxant. " And after that, that was it. Nothing.
She didn't say goodnight to me , and she would say goodnight to me every night. She didn't say goodnight. I was, I thought that was strange.
"No, but she took the muscle relaxant, she must have fallen asleep. " But my heart was always, always tight, telling me that, you know, as a mother, we have a sense for it, we have strong feelings, we know these things. Early in the morning, it wasn't even 8 o'clock yet, 8 o'clock in the morning.
I, who went to sleep late and anxious, at 8 in the morning I call, I say good morning to her, "How are you? " I try to reach her. Nothing, total silence.
8:30 came, same thing. 9 o'clock, same thing. Could she be in hearings and unable to answer me?
But usually, even with a hearing, she would send a message: "Mom, I'm working here, I'll call you back later. " 11 o'clock came, nothing, noon came, nothing. I got desperate.
Actually, it was 10 o'clock, I called him, I didn't, he didn't answer me. I did, I did, I sent a message, he didn't answer me. I said, I contacted her boyfriend, saying , "Could you tell my daughter that I want to speak with her?
""Ask her to call me. " He didn't answer me. He didn't, he didn't, he didn't even see the message.
And then I realized, to my surprise, that I had been blocked. Then I tried through his Instagram, blocked, on another personal Instagram, blocked, totally blocked. Blocked.
Right? Then I despaired. I called my brother, " Brother, let's go because something is wrong.
""Something happened to my daughter. " I went, look, it was the most desperate drive from here to Aldeota. Right?
When I got there, identified myself, and asked to speak to my daughter Isabele, I noticed some very strange behavior among the staff. My brother did too. That already started making me desperate.
I said: " Look, I want to talk to my daughter. If you tell me where my daughter is, I'll tell you, I'm calling the police. " That's when an employee said: "Just a moment, ma'am, come in here.
""I went in , I'll call the building manager. " He went to call the manager. It took a long time.
The boss was anxious. I said : "Look, I'm not waiting anymore, I'm going in there. " He said: "No, wait, she's right there waiting.
" When we went into the manager's office, the employees were pale, shaking like leaves, people. I was already breaking down inside, praying so hard to God that it wasn't anything, that it was nothing. Then she broke the news.
Donisa Orlando, your daughter died last night and is already at the morgue. My God. People, you don't want to know what that's like, do you?
The pain I felt is as if my whole body was being torn apart. You know when you want to say: "No, no, no, no, no, no. " I told the manager, don't tell me this is a dream.
It's a dream. It's not true, it's not true. She said: "Unfortunately , it is.
Unfortunately, it is. " Then I ask, my God, what happened to my daughter, and to this day I don't know why you, this family she lived with, didn't tell me about my daughter's death. People, what is this?
Why didn't they tell me? Why didn't they tell me? Why did they let me find out the news the next day, by early afternoon through the manager, why did they leave my daughter like a stray at the morgue?
Why to this day, five days after my daughter's death, has no one from the family contacted me? Boyfriend, mother, brother, no one. has contacted me.
Is this okay? It's not, because they didn't even go to the funeral, there was no one at my daughter's funeral. People, we are not dealing with people.
We are dealing with monsters. Monsters, scoundrels, cowards. We are dealing with those people, with that level of person, because today is the fifth day and no one has said hi to me.
No one in the family has said hi to me. Right? I need answers.
I need answers. And I want justice for my daughter. I want justice for my daughter Isabél Crist.
