It's Camille's birthday.
Ofcourse she's a Leo. A fùcking fire sign. Born August 20th. I don't know much about astrology. I just know the basics. And one thing I've heard about Leos, they are fierce lions. And they have a forest of fire burning inside them. No wonder they are unbelievably hot. Look at Camille. A striking woman aging like freaking fine wine.
She's turning fifty two.
And Damien is baking her cookies for her birthday. That's all she asked from her son. Freshly-baked cookies made by Damien.
I watch Damien moving around the kitchen, wearing an apron. He seems puzzled by something. The whole day, he's had that strange look on his face. And it's starting to make me a little uneasy.
"What's up?" I ask him, a cup of coffee clutched in my hand. "I can see that something is both
