The more I thought about it, the more wrong it felt.
A heart transplant isn't simple. It isn't something you hide behind makeup and a smile. It takes planning. Tests. Recovery time that changes the way you move, the way you breathe, the way your body responds to stress.
After my death, I had lingered near Julian. I watched Camilla closely. Every step she took. Every lie she spun.
And yet… she never once looked like someone who had survived something so invasive.
She walked freely. Stirred trouble. Laughed too loudly. Even carried a child.
Someone who had just gone through such a procedure wouldn't be able to live like that. Not so soon. Not while pregnant.
And organs don't wait. Once removed, time becomes an enemy.
I finally said what had been clawing at my mind.
"Lewis, it doesn't add up. She doesn't act like someone who's had a transplant. And now she's pregnant. Even if she took Elena's heart, it wouldn't still be usable."
