Zita's POV
Immediately I left the garage, I headed straight to the guest room. I lay down on the bed, completely overwhelmed with everything that had happened.
I couldn't even stop thinking about how Luis had looked at me like he knew something had happened.
I could only hope that I had not made him more suspicious when I walked past him with my bag.
My head was swirling with thoughts, but I eventually fell asleep.
I opened my eyes slowly it was already the following day.
At first, I had no idea where I was. The bed felt soft and the ceiling was unfamiliar.
Then everything flooded back to me.
Dario.
The shooting.
Camille's outburst.
I sat up quickly.
My heart was pounding in my chest as the first thought came to me- my mother.
She was by herself.
