|Carmella|
I couldn’t bring myself to read the other messages. My mind was spinning, still trying to process the bombshell that my sister—Camilla—refused to speak. The phone suddenly felt like a weight in my hand, too heavy, too cold. My fingers trembled as I fumbled to hit the button to call Hans. A familiar ache tightened in my chest. This call had to count, especially now that Theodore was out of the mansion for his meeting in town.
The ringing on the other end filled the silence, a sound that instantly transported me back to my first attempt at calling Hans when I found out Camilla had woken up. He hadn’t picked up then, and the memory of that moment gnawed at me now. What if he didn’t answer again? My heart thundered in my chest as I paced across the room, biting at my nails out of
