~Annalyn POV~
The room grew colder, even with my towel clutched tightly around me, I felt as though the wind from outside had slipped into my bones.
Camila's lips curved and her voice was sharp, like a blade cutting straight through the silence.
"How will you feel, Annalyn… if you hear that your mother is dead?"
My heart stopped, and my eyes were widened. The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet as I grabbed the edge of the table, my nails digging into the wood. My chest rose, fell, then rose again.
"What… what did you just say?" My voice was trembling, unsteady, nearly breaking.
Lucas's brows furrowed, his face tense. "What are you saying, Camila?"
But Camila didn't flinch, her gaze was fixed on me, unblinking, cruel. "This morning, I saw Matteo coming out of your house, his hand was stained with blood. I waited for him to leave and I went inside your house, what I saw.... your mother lying there. Dead! Her heart was ripped out."
