Camila
"I brought you a snack," Luciano said. I wiped the last of my tears and exited the bathroom.
"Thanks," I said plainly.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I wish everyone would stop asking me that," I said.
"Camila," I rolled my eyes at him and headed towards the bed. "Camila, stop." I didn't listen. Every word he said agitated me. It was annoying to hear him speak, to speak lies. As if he cared about me. As if he was really worried. He was a liar. He was a fraud but I knew that already.
"Camila," he grabbed my elbow. "What the hell has gotten into you?"
"I was kidnapped because of you. I'm pregnant because of you. I don't know how you want me to feel but I don't f*****g feel ecstatic about any of this."
"Camila," he whispered. "I'm sorry."
"About what?" I asked. "About knoc
