Lola opened her eyes as soon as Luis stood up from the bed and left. She sat up in bed, rubbing her temples with her palms, then got out of bed, stretched, and followed him to the living room.
She hid behind the stairs and watched him from there, her breath getting caught on her throat, waiting for what he was doing.
After waiting for a while, he began to play a call recording on his father's phone.
The first voice sounded distorted, but they could make sense of it all.
"You think you can kill her and go scot-free," first voice said.
' Wait, that accent.. ' Lola mused.
" Who the hell are you? Why do you keep calling me? I-I didn't k-kill anyone ." second voice was shaking, terrified. His voice came through the speaker and echoed in the hall, bouncing off walls and coming back again. "I... I..."
Second Voice started sobbing.
