Chapter 9

A sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air as Camila pushed through the automatic doors of the hospital corridor. She glanced down at her phone, brushing a strand of dark hair behind one ear, determined to ignore any unwelcome distraction. Yet before she could take another step, a familiar, mocking voice drifted over her shoulder.

“Look who we have here,” Alina’s voice purred, heavy with sarcasm. 

Camila froze, her fingers tightening around the edge of her phone. She turned slowly, facing Alina even though a part of her longed to plaster on a smile and keep walking. But pretense had grown too tiring.

“What is it, Alina?” Camila asked, her tone edged with irritation. Her lips curved into a rigid line. “I am not in the mood