The Ultimate Return of Carlos

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'THE FOLLOWING MORNING'

The early morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the guestroom. Carlos stirred, his body relaxing in the comfort of the bed, while Olivia lay beside him, stretching lazily before reaching for her phone on the nightstand. She pressed the power button, but nothing happened. Her phone was completely dead.

She sighed, nudging Carlos lightly, "Babe, my phone’s dead. Where can I plug it in?"

Carlos, still half asleep, mumbled, "There’s a socket behind the nightstand... and another one under the window across the room." He rubbed his eyes, blinking awake slowly as Olivia sat up.

"Okay, let me find my charger," Olivia said, rummaging through her overnight bag. Her brow furrowed after a few moments of searching. "Carlos, have you seen my charger? I can’t find it."

Carlos sat up, stretching his arms above his head. "I haven’t touched it," he replied. "Are you sure you packed it?"

"I’m sure. I double-checked before we left," Olivia said, now