Setting down her phone, Camila rubbed her weary eyes, attempting to clear her mind.

Exhaustion weighed heavily on her; she hadn't had a decent rest in days, and her mental state was deteriorating rapidly.

Her complexion paled as she struggled to maintain composure.

“Why don't you go back and get some rest?" Alick suggested gently.

Camila remained silent, the somber atmosphere enveloping them once more.

Suddenly, the phone on the table buzzed, breaking the silence.

Camila's eyes lit up as she saw the notification.

Darnley had sent her a picture.

With newfound hope, she eagerly picked up her phone and clicked on the image.

Camila's fingers hovered over her phone screen, anticipation dancing in her veins as she clicked open the picture.

The image unfolded before her, revealing the silhouette of a figure cloaked in shadow.

Both Alick and Willie leaned in to see, their curiosity piqued by the mysterious photograph.

“It's Mr. Johnston,"

Willie declared, breaking the silence that hung heavy in the air.

Staring at the image, Camila remained stoic, her features betraying none of the contemplation raging within her.

She and Isaac had been together for so long.

They lived together and knew each other so well.

She knew his every contour, his every nuance.

The man in the photo bore a striking resemblance to Isaac, from the curve of his jaw to the slope of his shoulders.

It did seem like him.