"Camila?!" I said in so much surprise! When I saw her sitting on one of the chairs at the coffee shop near my apartment, and I never expected to see her here since I stopped searching for her. I hurriedly went beside her as I also sat down across her. She stared at me blankly, and Camila did not say anything to me. She looked so traumatized! "Mila, tell me, what happened to you?" I asked, but she still had not opened her mouth to speak. "Please, tell me, I will listen, alright? Spill it out," I calmly told her.
Although, I did not want her to feel pressure about saying anything. But I do like to know what happened to her for the past few days after Warren took her somewhere, and I could not do anything about it. That bastard! "I will talk to Warren if you do not say anything here," I said
