Third Person's POV
She opened the chat and gasped softly in shock at the message Jane had sent her.
Her hand trembled as she reached for the call button, but she stopped before pressing it.
She flipped her phone over, the screen facing down against her palm, as what she had just read only made her thoughts heavier and more tangled.
Since sitting with the children and her husband by the campfire earlier, Viona had almost convinced herself she had finally reached the life she had been searching for. It felt too good to be real, and she had trained herself not to linger too long inside happiness.
Because what usually followed never stayed gentle.
Viona took a slow breath to steady herself before stepping out of the tent. She needed to call Jane.
She walked further away from the tents and the campfire glow. Rafael was nowhere in sight, and she was relieved for that—he was the last person she wanted to face right now.
