Camilla's POV
It was early in the morning when the door creaked open and Kate entered, carrying a large tray piled high with food. Her face lit up with excitement as she walked toward me, and it felt as though she had been preparing the meal for hours.
As the door slammed shut behind her, I sat up in bed and watched her approach. The aroma of the food was enticing, but my mind was still troubled. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened to me the night before.
Kate hadn’t slept beside me last night...she must have been busy the whole time. I had been alone in my room, trying to process the wave of shock that had washed over me. Maybe it was a sign that my own time of death was drawing near.
“Good morning,” she greeted me in an overly cheerful voice. I replied with the same ener
