Like a beautiful doll without a soul, she appeared lifeless.

"I apologize for the delay. There was traffic," Harland apologized as he sat down across her. “I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Slowly, Camila turned to face him.

Unaware of her turmoil, Harland queried, "Did you manage to clear things up with Jaylen?"

Her gaze fixed on him, her hands clenched into fists under the table, her knuckles turning white.