BEATRICE
Cynthia disappeared around the corner and I had a gut feeling she was in trouble, or at least someone she knew was.
I walked back into the house, ordered Lupe to let Mom know I would come back and headed towards one of the cars.
"We're going for a ride," I ordered my driver.
"Where to, miss?" He asked, confused.
"I don't know. We'll find out."
He drove away, hitting the road in a quick manner. As soon as we stopped on the corner, I saw Cynthia get in a cab and drive away.
"Follow that cab," I mentioned. My driver did as told and decided to follow the car at a decent distance so we didn't get spotted.
After following her for a while, the cab stopped in front of a hotel, letting Cynthia out while my heart skipped a bit in anger, thinking she was her
