Camila's POV
"Camila, I have to go to work and bring Sofia to school now," my mother called from outside my bedroom door, "Will you be okay?" I refused to answer. I hadn't spoken a word since we returned to California. My mother peaked her head in the bedroom to see me curled up in my blankets. I heard a sigh and the door close, and assumed my mother and little sister left me alone.
As I had been doing for days, I stayed in bed, completely emotionless. I was completely emerged into the fluffy comforter and numerous layers of sheets. Surrounding me were hundreds and hundreds of used tissues from all of my tears; however, at the moment I didn't have any more tears left to cry.
Ringing came from my bedside table. I rotated my head and noticed that we didn't have called I.D., something I ha
