The hallway felt colder than before.
Camille walked slowly, her thoughts spinning so fast she barely registered the distance back to her room. Dante's words echoed inside her head, replaying on a loop she couldn't silence.
You weren't wrong to listen.
You're not a burden.
I don't fail at things I care about.
She shut her bedroom door gently behind her.
For a moment, she stood there in silence, trying to steady the tremble in her hands. She wasn't sure if it was the aftermath of fear… or the weight of something else. Something she didn't want to name yet.
She moved toward her bed.
Then her phone buzzed.
Once.
Then again.
A third time.
Camille froze.
Her phone lay on the bedside table, screen glowing in the darkness. She reached for it, slow and hesitant. Her chest tightened when she saw the name on the notifications.
Unknown Number
Three messages.
All within the last minute.
Her pulse thudded as she unlocked the screen.
The first message opened instantly.
