|Theodore|
As we finally appeared before the gates of the estate, I saw them—Camilla, my mother, and father—waiting anxiously on the front steps. Their expressions were a cocktail of dread and panic, and before we could even get near them, they were already descending the stairs.
Camilla reached us first. Her eyes zeroed in on Carmella as she rushed forward.
“Carmella!” she cried, her arms wrapping around her sister as though she could shield her from whatever had happened—whatever was happening.
I released my hold on Carmella, stepping aside as Camilla enveloped her in that protective embrace only twins can fully understand. My heart twisted. I wanted to keep holding her. I wanted to be the one she turned to for comfort, for answers she might be needing now.
But that wasn’t going to
