Amelie stood outside Carlos's room for a moment before gently knocking on the door.
A second later, his voice came from inside.
"Come in."
She pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Carlos was seated by the desk near the window, an old, worn book resting on the table. The pages looked yellowed with age, as if it had been read many times before.
The moment he noticed her, Carlos quietly closed the book.
"What are you reading?" Amelie asked as she walked further into the room, her curiosity pulling her closer to the desk.
Carlos leaned back slightly in his chair, twirling on it to face her.
"For this," he said calmly, "I had to leave immediately at that time."
Amelie blinked in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked, staring at him. "You never told me or Gabriel the reason for your sudden departure last time," she continued. "You looked so troubled back then."
Her voice softened slightly. "I didn't insist on knowing because you asked me not to," she added.
