There is a tribe... Deep in the forest... And a dead family... There is a tribe... Deep in the forest... And a dead family...
Tribe. Forest. Dead. Family
—Isabella, are you okay?
The voice of her mother released her from the state she had plunged into, staring at the car window throughout the journey.
—Ah? Yes, mom. I was just looking at the scenery.
She blinked and frowned, but no one noticed that gesture. The subconscious of the middle daughter reprimanded her for her severe insincerity. However, What was she supposed to say? Maybe something like this?:
—Hey, mom, I suspect Kevin is so weird that he could be a possible danger to the whole family.
If her mother heard that coming out of her mouth, she would not believe her and would surely punish her for lying so blatantly about Lía's new couple. —Don't judge a book by its cover. —She would say. And it would be the end of the conversation.