Carlos Pov:

I sit on the edge of my bed, elbows resting on my knees and fingers fidgeting with the ring as the weight of such a heavy truth presses down on me.

I don't know what to do. I can't pick a side, but there has to be a way out of this where everything can be fixed without any more harm, because I don't know what I'd do if there's none.

Every pulse in my face twitches the more I think about it. My phone buzzes again on the desk, its screen lights up with another message.

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