The soft click of the door echoed behind Cyrus as he left.

The silence in the room swallowed Camilla whole.

For a few moments, she sat there motionless, staring at the door he'd just passed through. The conversation and kiss they'd just had replayed over and over in her mind. His pain, his stubbornness, the way he still tried to protect her even as he unraveled quietly inside. It gnawed at her heart.

Finally, she stood.

Straightening her rumpled gown, Camilla climbed out of bed, determined. Cyrus was having a hard time opening up, and the little he did, she appreciated it. But she still needed to know more. If...