Camilla closed her bedroom door gently behind her, leaning against it for a long moment as silence wrapped around her like a heavy blanket.

Downstairs, Donatello’s cold voice still echoed in her head.

“If you’re planning to cry again, make sure you don’t disrupt my peace…”

She exhaled shakily and walked toward the window, staring at the fading light outside, trying to steady her breathing.

Her mind felt like a battlefield.

Everything she knew, everything she believed, everything ...