CHAPTER 32: THE MESSAGE
The moment Paul said those words, “You thought it was over”, something inside me shifted. It wasn’t fear exactly, not the kind that makes you freeze. It was something colder, sharper. Recognition. The kind that creeps into your bones and tells you this isn’t random, this isn’t coincidence, this is intentional. I stood there in the middle of the living room, my phone still in my hand, staring at nothing while my mind raced through every possibility. We had buried that life. We had escaped it. Or at least, we thought we had.
“Camila, are you there?” Paul’s voice pulled me back.
“Yes,” I said quickly, lowering my voice even though the children were in the next room. “I’m here.”
“I need you to stay calm,” he continued. “Don’t do anything that draws attention. Act n
