Maria’s words struck me like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the harsh reality I had been so reluctant to acknowledge.
"You are just making all this stuff up because you want a reason to get Ava out of this building, isn’t it?" I asked, my tone laced with skepticism and a hint of frustration.
"Partially, maybe. But give it a thought, boy," Maria responded, her voice steady despite my accusation. She stood up from her seat, her posture imposing as she towered over me. "Whatever my reasons were, my observation is still valid. And yeah, she doesn’t do video calls with her ‘beloved’ animals."
"Now you're making up stuff," I countered, refusing to yield to Maria's assertions.
She pressed her hands on my table and leaned down, her gaze piercing through me with unwavering intensity. "I don
