Camilla's POV
My throat constricted as I stared at the crimson stains scattered across the pristine marble. The air felt too thin, as though someone had sucked all the oxygen from the room. Every breath came in shallow gasps while the elegant walls of our home seemed to shrink around me.
I tried to call out, to make any sound at all, but my voice had abandoned me completely. My fingers trembled violently, no longer feeling like they belonged to my body, while my legs remained frozen in place as if the floor had turned to quicksand beneath my feet.
Through the blur of tears gathering in my eyes, I followed that terrible scarlet path. Each crimson drop felt like a physical blow to my ribs, stealing what little breath I had left, leading me toward a truth I wasn't ready to face.
Joy.
