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THE AFTERMATH

Author: Love2002
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-22 23:27:02

The air was soft and scented with jasmine in the Owens' garden, but Camille barely noticed it. Inside the sunroom, she sat cross-legged on the carpet, her back against the couch, her hands sorting through a pile of folded baby clothes.

Joyce was beside her on the rug, sipping from a teacup, her freshly healed body still adjusting after her hospital discharge. Her short, springy curls bounced slightly as she leaned in closer.

"Wait—wait, go back," Joyce said, eyes wide with curiosity. "You said he smiled?"

Camille nodded, brushing a tiny onesie with her fingers. "Yes. Like... not a smirk or his usual mocking look. A real smile. It was small, but it was there. I saw it, Joyce. And I felt something shift. Like... for the first time, I wasn't the enemy to him."

Joyce took a slow sip of her tea, completely invested. "And then what? What did he do?"

Camille sighed. "That's the part that's puzzling. I thought I was breaking through. But then... he just—walked off. Back into his room. Closed
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