Her voice, though stern, betrayed a hint of nervousness.
As Francisco stepped closer, Hazel felt her heart quicken with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Questions swirled in her mind like the tempest, each one more perplexing than the last.
'Does he know everything?'
‘Why does he ask this suddenly?’
‘And how does he know once I went to camp on the hill?’
Francisco
Again, you are asking me questions
For a moment, she averted her gaze, taking a deep breath to steady herself. The weight of unspoken truths hung in the air, and Hazel grappled with the decision to reveal a part of her past that she had kept hidden.
‘I think I should tell the truth.’
‘Though at that time we were under attack by gangsters.’
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