Camilla's POV
I sat in the living room of Vincent's penthouse while he showered.
The penthouse was quiet except for the distant sound of running water from the master bedroom. A few weeks ago I'd thought I had lost everything.
Now I was sitting inside Vincent's home.
His mother disliked me and Rachel still moved around the edges of his life, but none of that was the most important thing anymore. The most important thing was that Vincent didn't remember anything. Not me, not Rachel, not the years of history between all of us. For the first time in longer than I could calculate, I had a genuine advantage, and I intended to use every minute of it.
A vibration interrupted my thoughts.
Vincent's phone lit up on the coffee table beside me. I looked at it for a moment and then I picked it u
