Chapter 9: The Confessor

FERNANDO

CARMELITA AND I WERE NOT SPEAKING DURING THE RIDE. I also drive quietly while glancing at her from the rear-view mirror. As usual, she was just sitting in the back of the car, folding her arms, and looking out the window.

It won't be long before this girl will have a stiff neck.

Anyway, I just decided to turn on the stereo so it wouldn't be too quiet. It's a bit awkward. I've been engaging her to talk to me for a while now, but she only answered a little and then her answers were just answers that I didn't know what to ask next. Although my questions are open-ended, she has this way of just killing the conversation. So I can say that Carmelita is also smart. It’s difficult to outsmart her.

That's why I was challenged by Carmelita even more, she is also a very strong opponent. No wonder she is so good at deceiving. I need something to move things around. I will not allow people like her not to be taught a lesson.

"You keep staring at me. That’s rude, you know," she said to me.