Someone I Can't Lose

The house was unusually quiet.

Camilla balanced the steaming cup of coffee carefully in her hands as she pushed open the door to Massimo’s private workroom. It wasn’t just an office, it was like a war room. Dark shelves lined the walls, holding classified files, maps, encrypted phones, guns, and a tray of scattered documents.

“Something helpful might be here.” Camilla quietly thought to herself.