After arriving on the second floor, Angela stopped for a moment, she didn't knock on the door in front of her and took a deep breath to calm herself down.
She didn't know why her mother asked them to go to the confession room, did her mother already know?
Angela shook her head because it was impossible.
Feeling calmer, Angela finally knocked on the door and rushed into the room when she heard Carolina's voice telling her to come in.
"This place really hasn't changed," Angela muttered under her breath as she entered the room.
The room was painted white, and had nothing but a table and two chairs. This place was like an interrogation room that she usually saw in movies, but the difference was, here the room was white, even the floor, table, and chairs were white.
"Please have a seat," Carolina replied with a smile.
"Ah yes," replied Angela who immediately realized then sat down.
