THE NEXT MORNING

Camila was just munching on some toast at the dining table, totally lost in her phone.

Weirdly, despite knowing Madison was somewhere in the house, God knows when she would leave.

Camila felt… lighter. Maybe it was the clear plan she’d made yesterday, the anticipation. Whatever it was, a surprising little spark of energy was buzzing beneath her skin.

She almost didn't mind the chirpy interruption.

"Morning!" Madison chirped as she walked in.

"Hmm," Camila ...