A GUITAR

I kept my gaze steady, but my stomach twisted.

Flávia stood beside me and watched the scene in silence, her face serene, as if everything unfolded exactly as she expected.

“Carly,” Flávia said in that calm tone of hers. “I do not need to introduce my guest, do I?”

“You know you do not,” Carly replied, her voice sweet on the surface. “I just do not understand… what she is doing here.”

Carly sounded composed, but I imagined she felt as sick as I did. She clearly did ...