I stood in the center of my room like a statue, fists clenched, my heart beating so loud I could hear it in my ears.
I needed her.
So I did what I always did when it got this bad.
I went to the wardrobe.
It was like some sick little ritual by now. Always the same steps. Open the door. Slide aside the jackets. Reach behind the stack of old clothes. Pull out the box.
The box with her in it.
I dropped to my knees in front of it, breathing hard. My fingers trembled as they touched the lid. I hadn’t even opened it yet, but my body was already reacting like she was right in front of me.
My hands shook harder as I peeled the lid off.
And there they were.
Camila’s pajamas.
Soft, pink, silky. Folded with so much care you’d think they were worth more than gold. In my head, they were. They
