Nora/Camilla’s POV
I sat in that isolate room, resting my back on the wall. Father and Alaric had left and I was there- alone with my haunting and terrifying thoughts.
The more I thought about that girl- the more I tried picturing what she looked like, the more tears streamed down my eyes.
For ten good years, I had been trying to have a child.
I took medications, injections, went through the processes of IVF so many times and opted for surrogacy, just so I could have a child who had my blood running in his veins.
I ran around aimlessly, not realizing that my child- my own blood- was wallowing in loneliness, waiting for her mother to come for her. To take her hands, console her when she was sad and wiped away her tears when she cried.
While I unknowingly cared for my husband's s
