"Oh Daisy and Clara, what a coincidence that we met again." César said as he smiled a little and it was a warm smile, calm and gentle, but they did not look back at him the same way.
No, both Daisy and Clara were completely silent, frozen in place, and of course they were.
The man standing in front of them was the same man who had saved their lives, the same man who had given them enough money to live comfortably for a while. And now he had appeared out of nowhere, wearing a white hotel robe… while his face, his arms, even his shoes were covered in blood, and on top of that he was smiling, standing there like nothing was wrong, like this was just a normal meeting in a hallway.
And Clara felt everything hit her at once.
