Camilla POV

Uneven shadows were created on the sterile walls by the dim flickering fluorescent lights in the hospital. I stared blankly at my phone's screen while sitting rigidly in the chair outside George's room. My messages to Raymond went unanswered, and every hour that went by without a reply made my stomach turn.

Raymond was tenacious, if nothing else. He frequently called or texted in spurts to demand updates or to voice his ideas. However, today? Not a word. My chest began to feel ...