Chapter 10

Camille’s POV

The black car moved through morning fog, tires humming against wet roads. I stared out the window, watching trees blur into gray mist. Victoria sat beside me, her face a mask of calm, but her fingers tapped a nervous rhythm on her leather bag.

“Where are we going?” I asked, breaking the silence that had stretched between us since we left the mansion thirty minutes ago. The papers making me officially Camille Kane had been signed at dawn, the ink barely dry.

Victoria’s eyes stayed fixed on the passing landscape. “To meet someone important.”

The car turned onto a narrow road lined with tall iron gates and stone walls. A cemetery. My stomach tightened.

“Sophia?” I whispered.

Victoria nodded once, sharp and quick, like admitting pain. “Today marks ten years since I lost her.”

The cemetery was empty of visitors, kept private by security guards who nodded respectfully as our car passed. Ancient trees created a natural cathedra