That Weekend

Sofía: Mateo… I just remembered something very strange about that night at the cabin.

Sofía: I don’t know if the same thing happened to you, but ever since then, I feel like something is wrong.

Mateo: Strange how? I don’t understand, honey.

Sofía: It’s like there’s a gap in my memory.

Sofía: I remember we were alone, right? Just you and me.

Mateo: Yes, just us, of course... it was a romantic getaway.

Sofía: Then… why do I remember another voice?

Mateo: What voice? I don’t understand.

Sofía: I don’t know. Someone was talking outside the cabin. Whispering my name.

Mateo: There was no one else. What are you talking about?

Sofía: Also... last night I had a dream. Well… I think it was a dream.

Sofía: I woke up in the cabin and saw you sitting on the bed, typing on your phone.

Sofía: I asked you what you were doing, and you replied: "Don’t read it. Don’t reply."

Sofía: But I looked at the screen.

Sofía: And there was this chat.

Mateo: What did it say?

Sofía: "You’re not talking to anyone."

Sofía: Are you still there?

Mateo: Yes... but please stop...

Mateo: Don’t keep remembering.

Sofía: Why not? What are you hiding from me? What happened at the cabin?

Mateo: Please. Just close the chat, go to sleep, and rest...

Sofía: No. I know you’re hiding something... I know something happened that night... I know it... something in my head tells me something isn’t right... that there are gaps to fill...

Mateo: Just trust me, honey... leave this conversation... forget that night...

Mateo: Really, listen to me and don’t continue with this, please...