Chapter 51

Something like a guilty conscience dominated me. Long before that conversation, I had those rare moments of thinking that Mariana deserved a little more than my ignorance. Apparently, even Picasso was getting more credit and more pleasant conversations than my roommate.

I had an intuition that never failed, but what if what I felt for Mariana was a negative charge for everything she felt and hid with a beautiful smile and a carefree expression? My intuition would not necessarily be wrong, but I would still detect something bad coming from Mariana. I felt my stomach turn.

"She is not trustworthy for any of us in this community," Picasso continued, lowering that hand on my face to my shoulder. The touch brought me back to reality, and I blinked at the sensation of goosebumps when the hand went to the back of my neck, then to the elongated strands of my hair. "She always told everything Neguinho told, and I just didn't let her kill her because they reall