Chapter 86. What Have You Found?

Camila’s phone vibrated against the smooth glass surface of her coffee table, the sharp buzz slicing through the quiet calm of her minimalist living room. The space around her was all clean lines and neutral tones—cream walls, a slate-gray sofa, carefully curated décor meant to project control and order. Tonight, however, the serenity felt artificial, like a fragile shell waiting to crack. She reached for the phone, her long fingers curling around the cool metal as if grounding herself.

The screen lit up, illuminating her face with a pale glow. The message was short, direct, unmistakably Travis.

Need to see you. It’s about your mother.

Her breath caught in her throat. For a moment, she simply stared at the words, her pulse quickening as her thoughts collided. Her mother. That name alone carried enough weight to tilt her world off balance. Questions surged for