Chapter 81

CAMILLA

“Mrs. DiRossi?”

My eyes fluttered open to the sound, my body heavy and unfamiliar against the mattress. I blinked at the ceiling for several seconds before I realized where I was — my own bed.

“Nico?” My voice was hoarse and barely audible.

He stood by the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, the other holding a tray with coffee and toast. His expression was cautious, as if afraid t