It wasn’t just Camilla anymore.
Now there were three pairs of eyes on me, watching, dissecting, waiting for the tiniest slip.
I could feel their gazes even when I didn’t look at them. Camilla with her knife-sharp stare, Ira with her prayer beads clicking like teeth, and Sarah with her prowling restlessness. Together, they moved like shadows in the hospital corridor, circling the space between Angelo’s room and mine as if they owned it.
They did own it. Or at least they thought they did.
I walked through their tension, chin tilted just enough to suggest calm, even as my pulse rattled inside me. The click of Camilla’s heels echoed louder than it should. Ira muttered a prayer under her breath. Sarah’s pacing stopped the second I passed.
I almost laughed. Three wives, three vultures. If t
