Camilla’s pov
I smoothed down the front of my trench coat as I marched back down the quiet hallway of the hospital. The heavy glass doors of the executive wing slid open with a soft hiss. The walk cleared my head for a bit and the anger too.
I returned to the recovery room thinking I would see Rachel still lingering inside, but the corridor was completely empty. I did not like that Vincent had sent me away so harshly just to talk to her alone. I did not know what they talked about during those private moments, and I absolutely did not like not knowing where I stood with him. I hated being blind to things that felt like they were out of my hands, I bet Rachel felt like she had one because of the way I treated her when he had his first accident.
My chest tightened as I pushed the heavy
