The drive back to Rafael's house felt long. I kept replaying my conversation with Lorenzo, turning over every word he'd said. Having an ally should have made me feel stronger, but instead I felt more nervous than before.
Mrs. Santos chatted about the market prices and which vendors had the best produce, but I barely heard her. My mind was spinning with questions I should have asked Lorenzo. How long would it take for him to gain Rafael's trust? What if Rafael got suspicious? What if someone saw us together at the coffee shop?
"You're very quiet, dear," Mrs. Santos said as we pulled through the gates. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Just tired," I replied. "It was good to get out, though. Thank you for letting me come with you."
She smiled warmly. "Fresh air does wonders for the spirit."
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