❄ Camille ❄
The office smelled like coffee and gossip. The moment I walked through the glass doors of Sterling Routes Travel, heads lifted. Not all at once, but enough. The kind of attention that wasn’t hostile, just hungry. People wanted details. It was as if they knew. But they didn't, and I had to remind myself of that fact. I kept my chin up and my pace steady.
“Morning, Camille!” someone called out, and I forced a smile.
“Welcome back!” someone else said, and again, I had to remind myself that no one knew anything. I nodded, smiled, and kept moving like none of it touched me. The front desk phone rang, someone laughed too loudly, and the normal noise wrapped around me. My desk was exactly where I left it, except for the sticky note slapped on my monitor. Another meeting with Marga
