SHATTERED
Brat I'm at the gym with Iván, and Gabriela hasn't shown up today. I spent the whole time watching the entrance, positioning myself near the machines closest to the door, waiting for her to arrive. But nothing. Then suddenly, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I check the screen—it's Miguel. Strange. It's unusual for him to call me today. Maybe he wants to tell me how the dinner went. I decide to answer. "Hello, Miguel..." I say. He replies in a tone I barely recognize, as if he's been drinking—which is odd, because he hasn't gotten drunk in quite a long time. "Hey..." he mutters. I immediately sense something is wrong. "What's going on? You don't sound well. Did something happen?" "Can we talk?" he asks, his voice strange. This isn't like Miguel at all. Something must have happened to
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