Carlota’s POV
The door clicked behind me, and immediately I heard my mother’s voice.
“Carlota?” she called from the living room. “Who was that person that dropped you off? I only saw a bike helmet.”
I froze. I didn’t expect her to be home so early. “Uh… it’s just a friend from school,” I said.
She turned toward me, and the smile she gave me was soft and sad at the same time. “A friend?” she whispered, like she could barely believe it.
I nodded again. “Yeah. Just someone from school. You probably don't know who he is.”
She does know who he is. How am I supposed to explain to my mom that I'm fake I felt a little guilty as Gabriel slowed the bike in front of my house. The cool wind hit my face, but my mind was the thing spinning around. I kept thinking about what had happened at school,
