Mira's skepticism was palpable as she took a step closer to Ana's bed. "I don't believe you," she said, her voice low and even. "You're hiding something, Ana. And I want to know what it is."
Ana's eyes flashed with anger, but she kept her composure. "I'm telling you the truth, and anyway what are you doing here ," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm just working on some documents. You'd understand if you weren't so paranoid."
Mira's eyes narrowed. "Paranoid?" she repeated, her voice rising. "You're one to talk, Ana. You're the one who's been acting suspiciously all day."
Ana's smile was cold and calculating. "Suspiciously?" she echoed. "You're just projecting, Mira. You're the one who's always hiding something."
The tension between them was electric, and it seemed like one wrong move could spark a full-blown argument. But Mira was determined to get to the bottom of things. "What do you know, Ana?" she demanded, her voice firm. "What are you planning?"
Ana's expression was a mask of innocence, but Mira could see the calculation in her eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about and even if I did it's not say if I would tell you," Ana said, her voice sweet and reasonable.
Mira's eyes locked onto Ana's, and for a moment, it seemed like she could see right through to the truth. But Ana's expression didn't waver, and Mira was left wondering if she was just imagining things. Yet...