❄ Camille ❄
Sunday afternoons were supposed to be safe.
No work. No office drama. No, Sebastian Pierce barging into my space with a plan and a look that made my heart act stupid. Just me, Lucinda, and the quiet hum of our apartment. I was deep in spring cleaning mode, even though spring in Everford was a lie. It was still cold outside. But my kitchen looked like it needed a reset, and I needed something I could control. I had the cupboards open, a pile of mismatched containers on the counter, and a trash bag half full of things I had been hoarding for no reason. Lucinda was in her bedroom with her door half closed, studying with music low enough that I could hear the beat through the wall. I was wiping down the stove when the knock came.
One knock. Firm. Familiar.
My hand paused mid-
