Chapter 72

That morning, the cozy kitchen in Camilla’s house was filled with the scent of toasted bread and scrambled eggs. The sun was still low, but Luke was already seated neatly at the table, sipping his warm chocolate milk.

Camilla served breakfast and took a seat across from him. Every now and then, she glanced at her son, who seemed more cheerful than usual.

“Isn’t there something you’d like to tell