Chapter 18

Camilla’s pov There was silence at first. Not the soothing kind, though. It was the heavy kind, the kind that clings to your ribs, crushes your chest, and makes breathing difficult. On the couch across from me, Luis was tapping his knee with his fingers like a ticking time bomb. With his arms folded, his jaw clenched, and his eyes fixed on Luis, Alejandro stood close to the window. I had no idea where to look. The room felt warm, but my hands felt cold. Luis said, "Camila, tell me the truth." "Has he touched you?" Alejandro moved quickly forward. "Stop speaking to her in that manner." Luis yelled, "She's mine." "You don't own her." "No one owns her." Alejandro had a low, sharp voice. "Especially not someone who tells lies all the time." My head was hammering. I felt like screaming. Instead, I muttered, "Is it not possible for us to do this now?" Neither of them gave me a look. I didn't even seem to be there. I felt like a piece of meat that had been tossed between two wolves. I had no