𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬

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L I A R

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L I A R .
act 2, scene 5



THE TWENTY MINUTE break she was allowed while the Inspector took Guzmán back into questioning passed excruciatingly slow. The small cereal bar and bottle of water she was given occupied most of her attention. She couldn't stomach more than a few bites before she felt sick to her stomach. She needed to find Samuel.

"How are you feeling?" Carla asked gently as she sat down on the chair beside Inés.

"Like shit." The brunette mumbled, biting the corner of the bar off and harshly swallowing it down with water. Inés turned to Carla, a pleading look on her face. "You need to tell them what happened to Marina. They might be able to work out what happened to Samuel."

"No." Carla answered quickly, shaking her head and turning away.

"Why not?" Inés pleased desperately.

Carla bit her lip. "I don't think they'll ever find him, Inés." She couldn't let her friend get too excited about finding the boy safe and sound. She knew that was the least likely outcome of this investigation.

"Why not?" She asked again, eyes mirroring Carla's and filling with tears. "What do you know?"

"I told my dad."

"No." Inés whispered, her head shaking involuntarily. She knew what this meant.

"I told my dad he was getting close to finding out what happened. And I think he might have killed him."

And that was all Cara managed to choke out before Inés crumbled.



──── T W O MONTHS EARLIER

HER PARENTS' STUPID obsession with the ending bars of the Hammerklavier had made Inés late for class - again

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HER PARENTS' STUPID obsession with the ending bars of the Hammerklavier had made Inés late for class - again. The more time she spent away from her mother and father, the more time they expected her to practice. It was ironic, really, as once they had finally granted her more freedom after the traumatic few months they had experienced, all they had really done was confined her back into her old routine.

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