Camila

Closing my eyes, I concentrated on Cat and Dario’s conversation.

“How long do you plan to keep us under lock and key?”

“This isn’t a prison sentence. Things have been…” His voice trailed off.

“I understand. It’s that while Mama won’t complain; Camila—”

My skin bristled at the mention of my name.

“I don’t know how long,” Dario interrupted. “My number one concern is that you’re safe—they’re safe. You and ...