Chapter 93

CAMILLA

I stood at the entrance of the room I grew up in, and everything felt unfamiliar. The room didn’t feel like mine anymore.

It looked the same with the soft lavender curtains, the framed ballet poster, and the little stack of books I never returned to the shelf after moving out, but somehow it felt like I was trespassing in a life I’d outgrown.

My mother had moved half of her closet in here,