|Theodore|
The air in the room was stifling, the tension so oppressive it felt like it was pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe.
I stood near the far wall, arms crossed loosely, trying to appear calm, though my insides churned with a storm I couldn’t contain. My gaze never strayed from Carmella, not for a second.
She sat across from Camilla, her posture rigid, her back straight, shoulders squared as if bracing herself for a confrontation she couldn’t avoid. Her body screamed defiance, but her face… her face was a battlefield of emotions--fear, anger, and suspicion all fighting for dominance.
Camilla had arrived less than an hour ago. Frazzled but steady, she’d wasted no time confronting the situation. I had called her immediately after Carmella’s memory lapse, demandin
