❄ Camille ❄
I hadn’t expected Sebastian to be waiting in the parking lot on Monday morning. It was a relief to see him, especially after the disastrous weekend.
“Morning,” he greeted as I approached. “How is Lucinda doing?” the sound of concern in his voice warmed me from the inside out.
“She is a bit sore…bruised. Shaken,” I answered, and we fell into step as we headed inside.
“What happened?” he then asked. I kept my voice low as I told him what Lucinda had been through. Sebastian was sympathetic and relieved that she hadn’t been badly hurt. We eventually went our separate ways, and the day continued as usual. I worked through lunch, which wasn’t unusual. However, the fact that Sebastian hadn’t stopped by was telling. I wasn’t entirely sure what it meant, but it bothered me. When
