Chapter 33

CAMILA RAMOS pov I struggled to fall asleep, my eyes wide open as I stared up at the fractured ceiling above me, the shadows twisting like the lies that haunted me. Could there have been a different outcome to how everything concluded? The pictures of the blood and the faces of the people I believed to be trustworthy would not leave my mind. The guilt was slowly seeping into my being. It resembled poison. "I didn't want this," I muttered to myself. I didn't want any part of it. However, did I? Did I truly intend to leave? Or was I simply afraid of what I had done? The telephone rang. Alejandro sent another message. You underestimate her proximity. But death is, too. Death. The word hit me like a kick to the stomach. It was no longer merely a threat. It served as a warning. I put my arms around myself and sat up. It was cold in the room. My breath caught. I said aloud, "Can't keep running, Camila," but the voice sounded odd frightened, weak. I nearly laughed when I said, "Maybe I would