Chapter 86

At night, Camila lay in bed, tossing and turning for what felt like forever, just couldn't fall asleep. What's Prescott doing right now? She grabbed her phone again and dialed his number. As expected, still no signal. Feeling a little empty inside, she unlocked her phone and aimlessly scrolled through social media. Nothing. Not a single photo of her and Sullivan showed up anywhere. She remembered what Sullivan said in the car when he took her back-no idea how he pulled it off, but somehow not just social media, even major sites were dead silent. No trace of him at all. Fans, on the other hand, were losing it. They were pissed their hard-earned snaps got deleted. Complained like hell. Just when things were heating up, they each got a warning from cyber police-after that, crickets. As she kept scrolling, her phone buzzed with a text. Camila blinked in surprise. Who would be texting her this late? She opened it-an unknown number. Just one simple word: "Goodnight." Huh? Normally, she would