Chapter 1

Camilla's POV

A blizzard raged outside the RV, the howl of the wind loud enough to penetrate the walls.

Behind me, the guide snapped irritably, "You have late-stage lung cancer, and you came all the way out here to see the northern lights? Aren't you afraid you'll freeze to death?"

I gave him an apologetic look. But from the corner of my eye, I saw Antonio Miller sitting with Simona Weaver in the far corner of the RV, cupping her hands and blowing warm air over them.

Apparently deciding that wasn't enough, he pressed her hands against his cheeks to warm them.

Antonio's two men hovered around her as well. One held a mug of hot chocolate while the other carefully smoothed her hair into place.

No one noticed me sitting alone in the corner.

I had barely closed my eyes when Antonio's voice sounded beside me. "Camilla, why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?"

A month ago, the moment I received my diagnosis, the first person I told was my boyfriend, Antonio. But Antonio hadn't even looked at me. He had been too busy rushing off to see Simona. All because she'd told him she was afraid to sleep alone during a thunderstorm.

Antonio stayed with her the entire night and didn't come back until the next morning.

"Camilla, I'm not a doctor. I'll find you the best specialist, and you can discuss your diagnosis with them yourself."

Before I could explain what was wrong with me, his phone rang again. It was Simona.

Only after ending the call did he finally look at me again. "Let the doctor see Simona first. She's not feeling well today. I'll have them come see you later. You know I made a promise to her father."

Seeing how little concern there was on his face, I ultimately kept my diagnosis to myself. And the doctor he'd promised to send never came.

Now, as I looked at the man I'd loved for five years, I finally understood what it felt like when your heart had nothing left to give.

"It's probably just low blood sugar."

Antonio nodded. "Camilla, next time you need something, just tell me. You don't have to do this to get my attention."

With that, he turned away and piled the rest of the warm clothes he'd brought onto Simona. He even used every last heating patch I'd bought on her.

Before we left for the trip, I'd reminded everyone to pack extra things to keep warm. Antonio had called me delicate for bringing an entire pack of heating patches. Yet now, I hadn't gotten to use a single thing I'd brought to keep myself warm.

I looked at Antonio. "Can I have two of the heating patches?"

"Sweetheart, Simona's stomach is bothering her. She needs them more than you do. Just bear with it for now."

I froze for a moment, then said nothing more.

After all, I only had ten days left. There was no point wasting any more of them trying to explain myself.