Camila slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing off the high ceilings of her chic apartment as she tossed her keys onto the console table. She paced back and forth, the clacking of her heels a sharp staccato against the hardwood floor. With each step, her mind raced faster, thoughts tumbling like leaves in a storm.

　　"Six years," she muttered to herself, running a hand through her dark waves. "Six years since Mom passed, and he's like a stranger to me." She stopped at ...