~ Camilla

Two days.

Forty-eight hours.

It’s strange how a stretch of time so small can feel like a lifetime, or a hallucination, or a hole you stumble into and suddenly don’t know how to crawl out of. The outside world felt unreal now, like something happening underwater. The firm, Alex, Isabella, the police reports, the godawful minutes… all of it had been swallowed by this enclosed space, this penthouse that felt more like a very elegant cage than a home. Some things were exactly as they had always been. The cold, quiet aura of this room. The perfection of the sheets, the scent of expensive colognes, the architectural arrogance...