Camila couldn’t believe her eyes. She grabbed the side of the couch to stop herself from falling. Her mouth moved, but no words came. The more she tried to speak, the more her balance left her.
Diego watched her and sighed. “Please, come back in the evening. I want to talk to my friend… if you know what I mean.”
She stepped back slowly, still staring at Zoe. Without a word, she turned and left.
Zoe shut the door and faced him. “Who is she? She looks creepy.”
“Not someone you should know,” Diego said. “And don’t use those words on her.” He dropped his voice. “What are you doing here, Zoe? Coming to see me is risky. I told you this. If Lucas sees you with me, that’s too risky.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m tired, Diego. I don’t even know what your plan is anymore.”
Diego folded his arms a
