Diego lifted his gaze toward the house. Lights on. Curtains shifting. Shadows behind the glass.
He already knew.
He had always known.
Only Camila had refused to see it.
“Come on,” he said firmly. “You’re leaving with me.”
She hesitated.
Her eyes drifted to the door—that place she once called home, now nothing more than a prison.
“I have nothing,” she whispered.
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