เข้าสู่ระบบ~CAMILLA~I have no idea what my professor has been talking about for the past twenty minutes.And judging by the number of times I have looked at the same page of my notebook without writing a single word, I doubt I could repeat even one sentence of his lecture if someone offered me a million euros.My attention is supposed to be on the discussion about psychological development, but my mind keeps drifting back to one particular person who seems determined to make me question everything I thought I understood about him.Mr. Lucas.I don't understand what happened to us.At first, I convinced myself that his sudden change in behavior was only temporary, that perhaps I had made him uncomfortable by asking about his mother, and that he would be back to his usual self before our next tutoring session. I even spent the days afterward carefully thinking about our conversation, wondering whether I had asked the question too casually or whether my curiosity had made h
~ LUCAS~I should have changed the subject the moment Camilla asked about my mother, but instead, I allowed the conversation to linger long enough to remind me how dangerously comfortable I have become around her.But that ends today, even though I have a lot of things pushing to come out of my throat.I clear my throat and open another file in front of me, deliberately shifting my attention to the lesson we are supposed to be having."All right," I say, opening each page. "We've spent enough time talking. Let's get back to criminal psychology. Where did we stop during our last lesson?”"All right, we have spent enough time talking about everything except your studies. Let's get back to criminal psychology. Where did we stop during our last lesson?"Camilla blinks at the sudden change of subject before glancing at the notes beside her."At the part about behavioral patterns and how psychologists use them to understand criminal behavior," she answers, apparently
~LUCAS~"I don't have any picture of my mother, Camilla."The moment the words leave my mouth, something inside my chest tightens painfully, and I find myself staring at the bowl of ice cream in front of me because looking at her feels strangely difficult. I had not expected her question to affect me this much, especially when I have spent years convincing myself that I have made peace with everything that happened.But the truth is that I have never really made peace with it.I have simply learned how to live without bringing it up.I lost my mother when I was still little, too young to understand why the people who were supposed to protect us could become the very reason our lives fell apart. So many years have passed since then that I sometimes struggle to remember the smallest details about her, and the possibility that I might eventually forget her face completely frightens me more than I would ever admit to anyone.I try to picture her now, sitting acr
~CAMILLA~I feel so excited that my mom is calling.I love my father dearly, and he is undoubtedly the person I am closest to in my family, but there is something about seeing my mother's name appear on my phone that makes me feel like a little girl again. I immediately pick up the call, unable to stop the excitement from creeping into my voice."Mummy!""Oh, look at who's finally happy to hear from her mother," she says, and I can practically picture the amused expression on her face. "How are you doing, my darling? Are you feeling well? Are you eating properly? You're not overworking yourself, are you?""I'm fine, Mummy. I'm doing great, I promise.""You're always saying you're fine, but that doesn't mean you actually are." Her voice softens with concern. "And tell me, why have you refused to come home? Do you know how long it has been since you came to visit us properly? Your father keeps asking about you, and I'm beginning to wonder whether you have decide
~CAMILLA~It’s lesson day, and I arrive at Lucas's apartment with a smile that refuses to leave my face and a container of ice cream held carefully in both hands, feeling ridiculously pleased with myself because, for once, I am not showing up empty-handed or expecting him to take care of me. I have kept my promise, and although I had to spend a little longer than expected arranging enough ice blocks around the container to keep the ice cream frozen on my way here, I consider the effort worthwhile because I cannot wait to see his reaction.The moment Lucas opens the door, I slip past him into the apartment before he can even finish greeting me, making sure to keep the container level as I head straight for the kitchen."Camilla, what are you doing?" he asks, closing the door behind me."Saving your ice cream!" I announce, placing it on the kitchen counter and immediately removing the lid. "Come quickly, Mr. Lucas, before it melts. I brought it especially for you
~LUCAS~I thought leaving Camilla with Esmeralda would make me feel better. But it does not.The moment I step into my own apartment and close the door behind me, the silence feels strangely uncomfortable. I drop my keys onto the table, take off my jacket, and stand there for a moment, staring at nothing while my mind remains exactly where I have left it.With Camilla.I keep thinking about the way she looked earlier, pale and exhausted beneath the blanket, and the thought of her waking up with the pain returning makes my stomach tighten.Esmeralda is with her now, so there is no reason for me to worry this much. I have specifically asked her to reach out if Camilla wakes or if anything changes.Still, it does very little to calm me down.I try to distract myself.I shower, change my clothes, make myself something to eat, and even open the files I plan to review for my upcoming lessons, but none of it holds my attention for more than a few minutes. My eyes mo
~ELENA~The whispers multiply until it feels like the entire hallway has turned into a low hum of excitement.“Who is he? Does anyone know?”“They say he is doing his masters.”“I heard he's transferred.”“Transferred? He looks like he walked straight out of a magazine.”“D
~ELENA~I don't even know when we get home. I just feel someone pulling me out of the car and leading me to my room.I feel numb. My body, my senses, my mind….they all feel numb.The door to my room opens and I am led inside.“Take your bath and rest. We'll come to chec
~ELENA~Vincenzo doesn’t take his eyes off me as he shrugs off his jacket, tossing it carelessly onto my couch in the room.“Stand up,” he orders softly, but there’s no room for disobedience in his tone.My legs feel weak, but I obey, standing slowly from the bed.Riccard
~NICO~“Dad, I'm not quitting school. I love it there” I say angrily to my father.Vincenzo, Riccardo and I are in my father's private office and he called us for a meeting because he heard I was at Elena's school yesterday.Yes, I get that father has eyes everywhere but wh







