Camilla's POV
The morning light filtered through the thin curtains, but I remained frozen beneath the covers, my eyes fixed on the blank canvas above me. Minutes had passed since consciousness pulled me from sleep, yet my body refused to respond to my mind's commands. This wasn't mere exhaustion - it was something deeper, heavier, settling into my bones like lead.
Friday had arrived with all its unwelcome promises.
The weight in my chest intensified as reality crashed over me in waves. Joy would be spending days at Tom's house, a thought that twisted my stomach into knots I couldn't untangle. I kept telling myself it was just temporary, a brief separation that would end soon enough. But the whispers of doubt grew louder, questioning whether she might start believing whatever poison they fed her about me, whether the bond we shared would slowly erode with each passing day.
