TWO YEARS LATER...
As the music blares, the thumping bass vibrates through Camila's every cell. This wasn't her typical hangout—the club—but something about the pulsating lights and the anonymous crowd drew her in. Maybe it was the desire to lose herself, to blend in, and forget her troubles. Or maybe it was the thrill of being in a place where no one knew her, where she could be anyone.
Strobe lights flash, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the crowded dance floor, but Camila was a few feet away from the chaos, swirling a glass of whiskey in her hand like she had no care in the world.
It's a ruse, a way to lose herself.
"You want another shot, beautiful? I got just the thing," a voice purred beside her.
She turned to see the bartender, leaning against the bar, a towel draped ov
