❄ Camille ❄
We ate takeout at Sebastian’s dining table like it was a normal Sunday.
It wasn’t.
Eleanor sat across from me with her hands wrapped around her tea, smiling every time my eyes met hers. Richard sat beside her, posture straight, listening more than speaking, his gaze sharp enough to make me sit up taller without meaning to. Sebastian moved between the kitchen and the table like he was managing a crisis. Plates. Napkins. Extra forks. Anything to avoid sitting still too long.
“Extra crunchy,” Eleanor remarked as she picked up a crispy-coated chicken leg. “I must say…you never liked extra crunchy, Sebastian,” I flinched and side-eyed him to see his reaction. Sebastian picked up a leg of his own before he took a big bite.
“People change,”
“Do they?” Richard asked, and I swea
