“Easy, boy,” she whispered, forcing a nervous laugh. “You’re crushing me.”
She had said similar things hundreds of times before. Usually, Dorato would eventually move away, allowing her to get up.
This time, he remained perfectly still.
Then, from somewhere downstairs, came a sudden crash.
Dorato’s head turned toward the bedroom door.
For the first time that night, Camilla saw something that looked almost like fear in his movements.
The python slipped from the bed, crossed the floor, and disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.
Camilla remained motionless until she heard his body sliding down the stairs.
Only then did she reach for her phone.
She had no idea that the next person she called would uncover a secret that had been hidden inside her own home for years.
And she had even less idea that Dorato’s strange behavior was only the beginning.
The Girl Who Loved the Impossible
Camilla had never been interested in ordinary pets.
