Carmela was silent for a moment, her mind racing. She looked up at Pedro, her eyes wide. "I appreciate that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't know what to do. I'm so confused."Pedro reached out and took her hand, his eyes full of compassion. "It's okay to be confused," he said. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what. You're not alone."The next morning, Carmela woke up in a bed that wasn't her own. She was in Pedro's guest room, and for a moment, she wasn't sure where she was. But then the events of the previous day came rushing back to her, and she sat up, running a hand through her hair. She heard a soft knock on the door."Come in," she said, trying to steady her voice. The door opened, and Pedro walked in, a cup of coffee in his hand. "Morning," he said, giving her a small smile. "How are you feeling?"Carmela took the cup of coffee and sipped it, savoring the warmth. "I don't know," she said. "Everything feels like it's spinning ou
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