Walking on Broken Glass

Chiara’s question hung in the air.

Camilla’s fingers tightened around the mug she’d forgotten to drink from. “It’s… complicated,” she said softly. “Nothing about him feels simple anymore.”

Chiara studied her face. “Complicated how?”

Camilla stared at the floor, gathering the courage she barely had. “I don’t know what to tell you. I love him, Chia, it's so hard to pretend like I don't care about hi