THE NEXT MORNING
Camila woke up to an empty bed. That silence hit differently, far heavier than usual. Antonio's mood changed after their conversation last night. He seemed better, lighter, more determined. But he didn't really mention what his plans were for the next day or his course of action.
Now, seeing that he had left just like that, without a note, a kiss, or even a text, made her stomach churn.
Camila quickly grabbed her phone and called him. It just rang and rang, then went to voicemail.
Seriously? He never misses a call.
What is he up to?
She slid off the blankets and headed downstairs.
Abuelo was silent on the couch, scrolling on his phone. Detached. Like yesterday's panic had disappeared without a trace.
Camila crossed her arms. "It seems the De La Cruz has a plan, r
