Chapter 75

Camila’s pov As I steered the car onto the cracked and overgrown road, the city lights behind me dimmed like dying embers, sucked down by the dense night. There was no phone number or address on the cryptic note, only the urgent warning, written in shaky handwriting, to find the truth before it finds you. The truth. That word twisted in my stomach and gnawed at me. It had turned into a poison that permeated every aspect of my life. The truth about Santiago Ramos, my father, and the legacy I was escaping, yet tethered by blood, overwhelmed me. My knuckles turned white as I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. The strain constricted my chest. It felt like entering a grave rather than your typical deserted hideout. Rusted and twisted, the chain-link fence at the end of the road barely contained the relics of long-forgotten violence. The safehouse, which had once been a hive of secrets and shadows, was now disintegrating like the promises it once held. I turned off the engine and liste