The rest of the day dragged painfully slowly despite how busy I was.
Meetings.
Phone calls.
Fabric approvals.
Last-minute adjustments for upcoming designs.
Emails that refused to stop coming in.
But with all of that, I was still distracted.
Every few minutes, my thoughts drifted back to the hospital room.
Camille’s face.
The panic in her eyes.
The bruises near her wrist.
The way she reacted the second we mentioned family.
My chest tightened again just thinking about it.
By the time I finally checked the time on my laptop again, it was already almost four in the evening.
Finally.
I leaned back slightly against the chair before shutting the laptop slowly.
I needed to go home.
I needed to see how Camille was doing.
I quickly cleared the remaining files from my desk before g
