The driver pulled up with the car, stopping in front of us.
Mrs. Rodriguez walked ahead, opening the door before turning to me. “Get in.”
I hesitated for a second, then slid inside. The leather seats were cold against my skin.
Mrs. Rodriguez got in beside me, and the driver started the engine.
As the car moved forward, I stared out the window, my thoughts spinning.
The city passed by in a blur as we drove.
Mrs. Rodriguez sat beside me, quiet but watchful. I could feel her gaze on me, but I kept my eyes on the window.
After a while, she spoke. “You’ve been very quiet.”
I forced a small smile. “Just tired.”
She hummed, as if she didn’t quite believe me. “Well, maybe some fresh air will help.”
I didn’t reply.
Minutes later, the car slowed to a stop in front of an upscale shopping m
