“A nice gesture or a regret”
Camilas POV
I get to the office earlier than usual. Not because of Sinclair. Not even a bit.
It’s mostly because I couldn’t sleep properly last night. Even though I had deleted the message. It kept flashing through my mind.
Now out of reflex, I double-check the locked doors. Watch my reflection in the mirror closely.
I am not being paranoid I tell myself, I am being careful. There is a difference.
But when I left the house this morning. I check the corners of the streets, take a different route, and walk briskly and when I walk through the office doors I scan the lobby, the elevator, and any face that doesn’t look familiar.
I even glance occasionally over my shoulder.
The bakery was open on my way. I didn’t plan to stop there. But the scones were wa
