Music Recommendation: Gehenna - Thomas Newman
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Jane felt the air knocked out of her lungs as a voice emerged from the shadows of her room. Her lips quivered at the realisation that he was there, in the same space. She spun on her heel, her eyes sweeping through the room, but she couldn't see him.
"What are you doing here?" Jane demanded, her voice tinged with apprehension.
"I thought you wanted to see me, hermosa," Ricardo's voice echoed, though she couldn't pinpoint his location. Was he behind the curtains? In the bathroom? "Else why would you visit the café we spent hours in, which you skipped all these days?" he added.
He had been watching her. The thought sent a sliver of fear down her spine. "The officers and everyone else are looking for you," she informed him, knowing he was likely already aware.
"I am aware," Ricardo's voice softened, almost tender.
