Vincent's pov
I was so focused on watching the mystery woman ski away that I didn't even notice Camilla on the ground at first.
All I could think about was following her and finding out who she was.
Because that figure looked so much like Rachel.
I pulled my helmet on and pushed off, skiing after her without a second thought.
She was incredibly fast. I had to push myself to keep up, carving through the snow with moves I hadn't used in months. She took runs I would have considered too advanced, too dangerous, executing them with a confidence that spoke of years of training.
Professional training.
Just like Rachel had.
I followed her up the lift to the top of another run, keeping my distance but never letting her out of my sight.
She stood at the top, looking down at the mountain,
