Oh.
So that was what this was.
“I was parking outside when the doctor arrived,” Hayes added.
The room became even quieter.
I looked toward Camille.
And my chest tightened.
Because she looked terrified.
Her hands were clasped together so tightly her knuckles had gone pale.
She kept rubbing her thumb against her fingers.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Like she was trying to hold herself together.
Hayes noticed too.
Without saying anything, he stretched the envelope toward her.
Camille stared at it.
Then immediately shook her head.
“No.”
Her voice came out small.
Almost embarrassed.
“I can’t.”
The room remained silent.
Camille swallowed.
“Do it instead.”
Hayes studied her for a moment.
Then nodded.
“Okay.”
Carefully, he opened the envelope.
The sound of paper seemed
