~FABIOLA~
And now I’m beginning to understand what my sister meant when she said I wasn't cut out for this.
Los Angeles is a blur of light through the car window as Claudia stares at me with eyes that seem to see too much and not enough.
I swallow hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Claudia.”
“So the CCTV footage I saw this evening is a lie? That wasn't you?”
“No—yes… I mean… look, it was a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The house is big, and I lost my way. Something caught my attention on the desk and I just…” I stop talking. That is what I should have done from the very beginning.
I don’t even know why I’m explaining myself when I have no valid explanation. Maybe it’s because Claudia has been the only person not bothering me.
“You know,” she start
