From MC's Perspective:
As I stood in the dimly lit hall, the weight of Gilbert's question hung in the air. "So, when are you leaving?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of concern. His usual composed demeanor seemed a little strained today.
I shifted slightly, glancing at him and then to Carolina, who stood nearby, her arms crossed, her brows furrowed as she listened. "Dean told me I can leave at any time," I replied, my voice quiet but firm. "But the situation at the border is worrying me."
Carolina's eyes narrowed as if she was piecing something together. "No wonder... that's why you've been asking about the border situation." Her tone wasn't accusatory, but there was an unspoken worry laced in her words.
