|Carmella|
The morning had started in a surprisingly peaceful way. No tension. No awkward silence. Just two people quietly sharing a meal, letting the silence feel companionable for once. The sun filtered through the wide windows of the breakfast nook, casting soft light across the room. I am sitting across from Theodore, our plates of scrambled eggs and toast already half-eaten.
It felt strange—this calmness between us.
I pushed my eggs around on my plate, sneaking a glance at him. He was scrolling through his phone, brow furrowed slightly, his focus elsewhere. But he didn’t look tense, not the way he usually did when he was consumed with work or pack business.
Maybe this would what a normal day looked like for Camilla and Theodore—one without arguments or obligations, where they cou
