Chapter 27

“Mm… why is it so soft?” Camilla mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyelids fluttered open as a soft morning light filtered in, helping her vision adjust.

Instinctively, she reached around, expecting to find her usual things—her stuffed bunny, the phone she always left nearby so she could check the time the moment she woke.

But something was off.

Wait…

“This isn’t… my room?” she breath