❄ Camille ❄
I booked the day off like it was just another appointment. When I called Margaret, she didn’t ask questions when I told her I had personal business in Larkhaven. She simply gave me permission. Lucinda was still asleep when I left. Not that it mattered. I had made up my mind. The drive to Larkhaven was filled with nerves and self-doubt. Instead, I tried to focus on the scenic drive and how beautiful everything looked around me. And as Everford disappeared, the long stretch of road brought me comfort. Once again, Larkhaven looked polished and expensive. Clean roads. Glass buildings. People walking with coffee cups like winter couldn’t touch them. I parked outside Barns Travel Agency and sat in my car for a beat, gripping the steering wheel. I told myself this was the smart choic
