Camila’s POV
“I have to tell you something, Dylan.” I said that very day, after I left Zion’s hotel room. I had drove to her house and met her right outside gardening.
Dylan looked up at me from under the hat she was wearing to shield herself from the evening sun, her nose scrunched up as she looked at me. A smile soon spread across her face. “Hey, girl!” she greeted me when she saw me.
“Hey,” I said, not smiling back at her.
I couldn’t, because I knew what I was about to say wouldn’t be good news for her. I wouldn’t expect she took this a good way because I wouldn’t either.
I walked up to her, and she stood up, brushing the dirt off her hands. We walked together to the front porch, the wooden steps creaking slightly under our weight, even though we were definitely not huge. This h
