DESPERATION
Miguel It's already past midnight, and I'm desperate. I walk up to her door, ashamed to be disturbing anyone at such an hour, yet I must know where she is. I press the bell once, twice, three times—until finally someone answers. "Good evening..." I greet politely. She gestures in a way that makes it clear she's not pleased to see me right now. "Good evening, young man. What brings you here?" she replies curtly. Something tells me she knows more than she lets on. She looks far too calm, and that in itself is suspicious. If she does know something, why on earth hasn't she said so? It infuriates me. "Doña Rubiela, forgive me for troubling you at this hour, but I need to know about your daughter. By any chance, has Gaby been in touch with you?" I ask. She takes a deep breath and makes a
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