CAMILLA POV
I screamed and wailed in pain. How could I have missed the signs? How could I have let Aria suffer alone, without even realizing it was her lying in that hospital bed, fighting for her life?
I reached out, my trembling hand hovering over Aria's frail form. "Aria," I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion. "It's me, Camilla. I'm here."
My words felt inadequate, a feeble attempt to bridge the chasm of pain and suffering that separated us. Aria lay motionless, her eyes closed, her small chest rising and falling with each labored breath.
My chest tightened, a knot of fear and anguish constricting my heart. The sight of Aria lying there, so vulnerable and helpless, sent a wave of cold dread coursing through my veins.
I pressed my hand to my mouth, stifling a sob
