Camila's POV
I knocked on Cora’s door twice, got no response as expected, then pushed it open. She says very little most times.
The moment I stepped inside, she shot up from the bed so fast my heart skipped. Her hair stood in wild tufts, framing her face like something out of a horror movie. I’ll admit it startled me.
“Have you found him?” she asked immediately, her green eyes glimmering with desperate hope. “Have you found my Zayn?” The same question I got every time I walked through that door.
I swallowed hard, hating that my answer never changed. It almost felt like we rehearsed these lines together. “Not yet,” I whispered. “But I promise you, we’re doing our best. We’ll find him soon.”
Her shoulders sagged as the faint light in her eyes dimmed completely.
That look—goddess, I ha
