By the time they returned to the Moretti estate, the sun had already risen.
Camille sat quietly in the back seat, her head resting against the window.
She hadn't said much since leaving the Laurent estate.
Dante sat beside her.
He hadn't said much either.
He simply held her hand.
Their fingers remained intertwined the entire journey home.
For once, silence didn't feel uncomfortable.
It felt necessary.
Camille stared at the engagement ring on her finger.
Then at the necklace Isabelle had given her.
Then at the old letter resting safely inside her handbag.
So much had changed in one night.
Her father hadn't abandoned her.
Her mother hadn't disappeared because she didn't love her.
Cassandra hadn't betrayed her for money.
Julian wasn't the monster everyone had made him out to be.
And Richard—
Richard had been the monster hiding behind everyone else's secrets.
She closed her eyes.
A single tear escaped.
Dante immediately noticed.
"You okay?"
She nodded.
"Yes."
