CAMILLA
It was Monday again. Another week of work for me and another week of school for Ava. I hadn't had time to digest the events of the weekend, but the new week had begun, and life continued on whether I was ready or not.
Ava was dressed and ready before I could finish my coffee, with her small food basket in her hand. She stood near the dining, her face beaming with eagerness, waiting for me to hurry up. I looked at myself in the mirror again, attempting to smooth down the hair that refused to cooperate, but the tension of everything seemed to weigh on me.
"Let's go, Ava," I murmured, trying a grin as I grabbed my luggage and extended my hand. She skipped toward me, her delicate fingers curling around mine, and we walked to the door.
"Bye..." Marta said, standing by the
