I headed upstairs once the food was fully arranged on the table.
The house felt calmer now.
Not quiet exactly.
I could still hear Pierce and Ford talking downstairs, their voices carrying faintly through the hallway, but it felt normal.
I stopped in front of the guest room door and knocked softly before pushing it open.
Camille was lying on the bed.
One arm was beneath her head while she stared blankly at the ceiling, as if she was somewhere far away in her mind.
She turned slightly when she heard me walk in.
My chest tightened a little immediately.
Her eyes were swollen.
Red too.
She had definitely cried after I left earlier.
But now she was changed into an oversized hoodie and softer-looking sweatpants, her dark hair slightly messy around her shoulders.
She looked more comfo
