Chapter 20

Camille’s POV

I could have lied. Could have claimed I got lost, accidentally found the key, had innocent reasons for being here. But something in Victoria’s face, the raw exhaustion beneath her controlled exterior, demanded honesty.

“I was curious,” I admitted. “About the locked wing. About why it was off-limits.”

“So you invaded my privacy. Searched my office for the key. Entered a space clearly meant to remain closed.” Each sentence fell like a judgment, cold and precise.

“Yes.” No excuses. No justifications.

Victoria’s gaze swept the room, cataloging every detail, ensuring nothing had been disturbed. When her eyes settled on the framed photo I’d been holding, something flickered across her expression, grief so intense it momentarily overwhelmed everything else.

“Put that down,” she said quietly. “And step away from her things.”

I carefully returned the frame to its place on the nightstand. “Victoria, I...”

“Do you know what t