|Carmella|
“Here’s your morning tea, Luna,” Janina said softly, placing the delicate cup and saucer down on the table beside me. I glanced up at her, offering a small smile in gratitude. She returned the gesture, her expression warm, before quietly slipping out of the room.
I inhaled deeply, the crisp morning air filling my lungs as I turned my attention back to the view beyond the window. The estate grounds were bathed in soft sunlight, the rays filtering through the trees in a dance of light and shadow. Despite the beauty of the morning, my thoughts were consumed by Camilla.
Where do I even begin to uncover the truth behind her coma? Was the same person responsible for her bruises? The questions swirled relentlessly in my mind, each more troubling than the last.
I took a slow sip of
