The drive home was cloaked in silence, the kind that pressed heavy on the chest. Camilla sat in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery, while Cyrus kept his eyes on the road, his jaw clenched.

As they pulled into the driveway, the car's engine hummed to a stop. Cyrus turned to her, his expression unreadable.

"Camilla," he began, his voice low, "I know things have been... complicated."

She nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt. "That's an understatement."

Inside the house, the air was thick with unspoken words. Camilla headed straight to the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water. Cyrus followed, leaning against the doorway, his gaze fixed...