Camilla's POV
My eyes snapped open and I found myself standing on warm sand. The ocean stretched endlessly before me, waves rolling in with that familiar rhythm I remembered so well. Salt air filled my lungs as a gentle breeze brushed against my skin.
This couldn't be real. Yet everything felt so vivid.
I glanced around and my heart skipped. This was the same beach where Tom and I used to escape every weekend, back when our relationship wasn't a battlefield. The twisted palm trees, the jagged rocks jutting from the water, the way the morning sun painted everything golden - it was exactly as I remembered.
A smile tugged at my lips despite the strange circumstances. Tom used to joke about buying this stretch of coastline once he made his fortune. "Just you and me, babe. No crowds, no stress, just us," he'd promised. I had believed every word back then.
The memory felt bittersweet now, like touching something beautiful that had turned to ash.
