CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW

The nightmare grabbed me by the throat, dragging me under before I could fight back.

I was standing in the rain outside a restaurant, my face pressed against cold glass, watching Rose and Stefan inside. They sat at a candlelit table, champagne glasses raised in a toast. Stefan wore the tie I'd given him last Christmas. Rose wore my engagement ring.

Their laughter reached me somehow, cutting through the glass ...