Hilda’s POV
I’m not a bad person. At least, I don’t think I am. I'm just going after what I think is mine. But even as I stood frozen in Camilla’s doorway, clutching her phone like a guilty thief, I couldn’t find a single excuse that didn’t taste like a lie.
“What the hell are you doing?” she demanded, her voice sharp enough to cut stone.
I jumped, damn near threw the phone across the room. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to make a run for it.
“Cam!” I stammered. “I—I thought I heard it buzz. Was just checking if it was something urgent—”
Her eyes narrowed as she crossed the room and yanked the phone from my hands. She looked like she could set me on fire with just her glare. And honestly? I wouldn’t have blamed her.
“You heard it buzz? From across the hall?” she ask
