"Antonio!" Camila called. He didn't answer, just stayed frozen, eyes glued to the bright message. Like it was a bomb waiting to explode.
She grabbed a fork and a spoon and struck them together. "Antonio, hello, still in there?"
Antonio finally looked up, his gaze a bit lost for a second, then snapped back. "Uh… excuse me for a sec," he mumbled and pushed his chair back with a loud scrape. He didn't even look back at Camila, who was watching him, growing more worried by the second.
He just got up and marched out of the dining room towards the entrance, phone still in hand, the message burning in his mind.
He read it again and again, each word like a punch: *Come outside and get your security to let me in.*
That tone, that bossy way of speaking, could only belong to one person. A cold d
