Camilla’s POV

As I entered the waiting room with Mira's tiny hand in mine, the hospital lights seemed blindingly bright. I had just gotten back from dropping George off for his post-operative relaxation at the pediatric ward. The day's burden weighed heavily on me, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

With his arms folded and a slight smirk on his face, Raymond was resting on the counter.

"Why are you in this place?" Sharply, and loudly than I meant to, I asked. My tone made ...