“What happened? Why are you so tense?" she demanded.

Alick finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper. “It's Mr. Johnston."

Camila's breath hitched. Her body went rigid, and she stumbled back a step.

A cold dread gripped her heart.

Seeing her distress, Alick rushed forward and helped her into a nearby chair, carefully taking Bowen from her arms.

“Mrs. Johnston..."

Camila placed a hand over her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

She knew that something terrible had happened to Aldrin.

The news about Isaac weighed heavily on her heart.

She couldn't bear it anymore.

She knew Alick.

He was the picture of composure. His hurried arrival spoke volumes.

"So, what happened? Just tell me!" Camila attempted to steady herself.

Alick looked at her with concern. “Take a deep breath. We haven't found Mr. Johnston yet. We're not sure what's going on..."

"What do you mean ‘haven't found him?'" Camila demanded, her voice rising.

Alick flinched under her gaze. "The plane he was on...it crashed."

"What?" Camila's eyes widened in disbelief.

The world seemed to tilt on its axis.

This couldn't be happening.

It couldn't be true.