Ian's POV
The bed was empty.
That wasn't new. Camila had been an early riser for as long as I'd known her — up before six, dressed before seven, the day already half-managed before most people had decided to be conscious.
I'd stopped registering the empty side of the bed the same way I'd stopped registering a lot of things about this house. It was just how mornings worked here.
What was new was my phone.
I reached for it out of habit and the notifications were already stacked — twelve, fifteen, still coming in while I was looking at the screen. Not work. Not the board. My name. Camila's name. A date. A venue.
Wait….
I sat up.
The headline was the same across every publication. Clean, prominent, already everywhere before eight in the morning.
Ian Vance and Camila Vale Confirm Eng
