Grey.I stared at the report in my hand, the paper trembling ever so slightly between my fingers. A tight knot twisted in my gut, nausea curling at the edges of my stomach. The words were plain and direct yet I couldn’t process them.Grave exhumed. Coffin empty.Camilla’s coffin.“No... that’s not possible,” I muttered to no one, my voice hoarse as if it had scraped through a desert of disbelief.I was there. I stood by that grave, in the rain, watching her casket lower into the earth. I’d thrown in a handful of dirt myself. But I never saw her. Her family had insisted the body was in no condition to be seen — crushed, broken beyond recognition. I hadn’t questioned it at the time. Maybe because part of me wanted to remember her the way she was, not mangled beyond repair.But now...The report slipped from my hand and drifted to the floor like a dead leaf. I stared blankly at it where it lay.Camilla might be alive.I stood up abruptly, the legs of the chair scraping the floor, and pac
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