Chapter 26: Camila Drake
Ethan got down his car and walked towards the door of the house.
It was strange that Camila hadn’t come out after hearing the sound of his car, but he figured she was probably busy with something.
Ethan pressed the doorbell and took a step back waiting for the door to be unlocked, but afew seconds passed and there was no answer.
He frowned and then opted to knock this time.
Still nothing.
Ethan checked the time, it was 9:27 a.m. He was early, but only barely. He debated texting Lana, but that would just delay things.
Lifting his hand, he knocked again, firmer this time.
Finally, there was the faint sound of footsteps approaching, followed by the quiet click of a lock turning.
The door swung open with so much force that it almost felt as if the person opening it was trying to rip it off its hinges.
A woman stood in the doorway, her eyes looked bloodshot and her chestnut brown hair tied messily back.
She was in a loose black tee and joggers—far from the professional appearance Ethan had expected. But what stood out most were the bags under her hazel eyes and the barely restrained rage in her voice.