The next morning, I woke up to the soft glow of the sun filtering through my curtains. I stretched lazily, feeling the remnants of last night's conversation with Carmen bringing a smile to my face.
Today, I was determined to talk to Chloe about what I'd seen yesterday, even though it would be difficult. She needed to know the truth about Max, and as her friend, it was my responsibility to tell her.
After my usual morning routine—showering, brushing my teeth, and taming my curly black hair—I dressed in my school uniform and headed to the kitchen. The apartment was quiet, and Isabel was nowhere to be seen.
Checking the time, I realized she was running a bit late. It wasn't like her, but I wasn't too concerned. I made myself a quick breakfast, savoring the calm before what I anticipated would be a hectic day.