Chapter 81

The cabin door opened with a soft click. Alexander looked up from Ruth’s journal, his fingers still resting on the worn leather cover. His expression shifted from surprise to something more guarded, hope held carefully in check.

Camille stood in the doorway, backlit by the morning sun. The ocean breeze had loosened strands of her hair from its perfect arrangement, giving her a wildness that contradicted the careful image she’d maintained since her transformation. She stepped inside, letting the door close behind her.

“I sent the helicopter back,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt.

Alexander set the journal aside. “You’re staying?”

“For now.” Camille moved further into the cabin, noticing the small details she’d missed before, the coffee mug with a chipped rim, the wrinkled shirt hanging by the tiny bathroom, the scattered notes in Alexander’s handwriting. Signs of actual living, not just performing.

The silence between them stretched, filled wi