Camilla's POV...
The door closed. Silence swallowed me. Or devoured me. Same thing.
I was in a different room now. Not his. Gray walls, blue sheets, pretty and filled with our sweat and my stupidity.
Beautiful, but I'd still call it a cage.
He'd carried me here, laid me down like glass. His hands steady. Mine still shaking. Haven't stopped since I vomited in the hallway. Since he lifted me. Since I watched that woman shatter on the marble floor.
Since her voice: "LUCIAN!"
I can still see her. Blonde. Beautiful. Screaming.
I know it was more than the words he whispered after.
She's my ex. I swear I never knew she was around. I... bla... bla... bla.
There's no difference between a half-told truth and a lie. I know that now.
The sound she made when her knees hit the floor wasn't a sob. It was a crack. Something breaking that can never be fixed.
And she looked at me like I was the reason.
