|Theodore|
Leaning my back against the sofa, I couldn’t help but study the ‘Camilla’ in front of me, my gaze steady as she looked away, seemingly lost in thought. There was a tension in her shoulders, a softness in the way she held her hands together on her lap, twisting her fingers in a nervous habit I remembered all too well. Every so often, she would glance up at me, her eyes darting away quickly as though she couldn’t bear to meet his gaze for too long.
“I don’t have all day, Camilla,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended, impatience threading through my tone.
Camilla straightened her back, a flicker of resolve crossing her face before she finally began to explain, the weight of her betrayal hanging heavy between us.
“I... I’m sorry, Theodore,” she stammered, voice trembling.
