Vincent's POV
When I pulled into my driveway, I saw Camilla's Mercedes parked near the entrance and she was standing by my front door in a cream-colored dress, looking like she'd been waiting for a while.
I got out of the car, my exhaustion weighing on me.
"Camilla," I said. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to see you." She smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "We haven't seen each other since the Horton Group party. I've been worried about you."
"I've been busy," I said, walking past her to unlock my door. "And I just came back from somewhere important. I'm not really in the mood for company right now."
"I understand." She followed me inside without being invited. "But Vincent, we need to spend time together. We've barely talked since that night, and I know it must have b
