Chapter 12

Taking a breath, she mustered her composure and replied, her voice steady and calm, "I was thirsty and went to get some water." She hoped her tone and demeanour would be enough to convince Marcelo of her innocence.

Marcelo's response was nothing more than a grunt, a mere acknowledgment of her words. He was already slipping back into the embrace of sleep, his breathing heavy and labored. Georgina carefully slid back onto the bed, settling beside him, her mind still filled with questions and uncertainties.

As she lay there, she could feel Marcelo's warm breath against her back. A reminder of the man she had become entangled with.

Georgina stirred from her sleep, jolted awake by the cacophony of loud noises and thuds that echoed through the early morning silence. She rubbed her eyes, trying to orient herself, and as her vision cleared, she saw Marcelo standing before her, dressed in boots and a hat. Confusion clouded her expression as she voiced her concern.

"Where are you going to?" she