Games

It couldn’t be Carlos.

But it could be.

He had appeared from nowhere and disappeared without a trace.

Why had he come to Mexico? It made no sense. It couldn’t be him.

I looked around and realized I had been pacing around and was now heading to a place that was unfamiliar to my eyes.

I knew I should have returned but I decided to be careful and keep moving. I got to the stairs at the other end. I climbed up.

Now, this place was very different from the lower floor. It was beautiful and classy.

There were portraits here too but only of animals and landscapes. These had a little bit of color and not white and black like the lower floor.

I saw an opened door, and through the hole, I could tell it was a library. I could even smell the woody scent of hardcovers through the door. I found myself moving towards the door but the sound of voices coming from within stopped me.

I could recognize that voice anywhere. It sounded more powerful, stronger, angry, and controlled.

Hell, it was Carlos.