Chapter 41

CAMILA'S Pov The warehouse didn't look as good as I remembered. The bricks have mold on them. Like rot on a corpse, rust slithered up the metal doors. Secrets lived there and never died. My heart was in my throat as I stood motionless. Camila, are you certain about this? I wasn't. Nevertheless, I entered. Behind me, the door creaked. My boots made resonant, gentle thuds on the floor. A broken pipe was dripping water, and each drop sounded like an invisible countdown. shadowy areas. ancient bloodstains. Ash mixed with dust. It took place here. where things began to go wrong. The voice of a man shouted from the darkness, "Never thought you'd show up alone." "Marco, I never imagined you would still be alive." He moved into the light. The same sneer of cruelty. The same eyes that peered like glass through people. He remarked, "You look exactly like him." "Your dad." "Stop talking." He laughed. "Touchy." "What took place the night he passed away?" "Right to the point. You were always your f