She couldn't wrap her head around who would set her up like that.

“It's late. Let's head home," Isaac said, placing his hand on her shoulder. “Try not to stress about it."

Camila nodded on the outside.

But inside, she was scared out of her mind.

She felt trapped like she was in some kind of scheme.

And she had no idea what to do about it.

Once they got home, Isaac headed to the shower, and Camila got a call from Laura.

Laura asked if the test results were ready.

"It's hemlock."

Laura seemed to know what that meant.

"Morrison thinks we should check the CCTV footage from when Kameron was in a coma," Laura suggested. "There should be security cameras in the hospital. If the footage isn't damaged, we might get some leads. If you need help, just let me know. We're here for you."

Camila stood on the balcony, leaning against the wall. A breeze brushed her face, chilly but with a hint of warmth. She felt a flicker of comfort in that breeze.

"Okay," she said.

After hanging up the phone, she went back inside. Isaac, in a bathrobe, was toweling off his hair. "Your turn for the shower," he said, as he rubbed his hair dry.

Camila put her phone on the table. “I think I need to go to the hospital to check the surveillance footage from when Mr. Garland was in a coma..."

Isaac nodded. “I've already asked Alick to save it. You can watch it whenever you need to."

"Can you send it to me now?" Camila asked.

Isaac sighed, knowing he wouldn't hear the end of it until he did.

"I'll send it to your phone."

He knew she wouldn't sleep a wink otherwise.