The café’s warm lights reflected softly on polished tables, but Camilla couldn’t feel any of the comfort the place offered, it all sounded distant, like she was staring at everything from underwater.

Her hands trembled faintly as she held her cup, waiting. Her fingers traced the rim of her cup as she sat stiffly,every heartbeat knocking painfully against her ribs.

And then the bell above the café door chimed.

Camilia froze.

Rosita stepped inside elegant, beautiful, glowing like she ...