Suddenly, Sarah's phone rang, the shrill sound piercing the tense silence of the room. She quickly took out her phone and looked at Carolina, her expression a mix of concern and determination. "It's my brother," she said, her voice steady despite the anxiety in her eyes.
Sarah picked up the phone and put it on speaker, her voice firm as she addressed her brother. "Peter, what have you done?"
Peter's voice came through the speaker, laced with a mix of confusion and desperation. "Sarah? Have you found Carolina? Is she safe?"
Sarah's grip tightened on the phone, her knuckles turning white. "Yeah, she's safe, Peter. But she found out what you've done. She's angry, and she has every right to be."
Peter's voice rose in pitch, a note of panic creeping in. "What are you talking about? I haven't done anything wrong, Sarah. You have to believe me."
