JIMI AND FRED**

**POV Manuela**

That lie couldn’t go on any longer. No matter how conflicted I felt about Flávia—one minute warm affection, the next boiling rage—it was time she knew the truth: Carly had been deceiving her all along.

“Flávia, I need to tell you something.” I glanced at Jimi, who was busy adjusting the strings on his guitar.

I knew it wasn’t the right moment. Still, there was never going to be a perfect time. Soon I’d be locked in isolation with Jimi for weeks, ...