The moment the words left her mouth, the room felt painfully quiet. Camilla watched Donatello’s face carefully, noticing every flicker of confusion, every tightening muscle in his jaw. The monitor beside her beeped softly, and the faint sound only made the silence worse.

“My name isn’t Katherine,” she said again, more firmly this time. “It’s Camilla.”

Donatello stared at her like the walls had suddenly vanished around them. He didn’t blink. He didn’t breathe. He just ...