❄ Camille ❄
Monday morning didn’t look like Monday. It looked like snow and grey light and a world that refused to move. The storm hadn’t eased overnight. If anything, it felt heavier. Snow slid down the glass doors in thick curtains, and the wind kept pressing against the cabin like it wanted in. The lake groaned below the cliff, slow and deep, the sound rolling through the floorboards. I sat on the rug in front of the fireplace with a mug of coffee, and the puzzle spread out across the low table. We had started it the night before, half bored, half restless, pretending we didn’t know how to sit quietly for too long. It was a landscape with mountains, a frozen lake, and pine trees. Sebastian’s idea of a joke, apparently.
“You picked this on purpose,” I said, and he shrugged.
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