Amelie put the chessboard back in its place. "You didn't bring me to play chess, did you?" As she closed the glass door of the cabinet, she turned to Carlos.
"How do you know?" Carlos mused.
"Just an intuition," Amelie replied, shrugging her shoulders before returning to her seat.
"Well, partially yes." He leaned forward, clasping both his hands. "Gabriel wants to know what his mother told me," he began.
"Then, just tell him. Even I was going to speak about it with you," Amelie stated.
"Well, your mate is going to be devastated learning the truth. That's why I'm keeping it from him," Carlos explained, leaning back in a relaxed posture.
"You should tell him. Hiding the truth won't do any good for him." As Amelie suggested, she wondered if the truth was something more hurtful. "If Gabriel finds out about it later, it will upset him. He has trusted you."
Carlos hummed in understanding. "Fine. Then, I'll talk to him in a while as soon as I find him alone."
