Melanie's POV
The elevator doors slowly slid shut, swallowing both of them into that small box.
In the final second before they closed completely, Camille turned her head and smiled at him. The image flashed across my vision, like a fine needle piercing my eye.
Frost lowered her growl and said, "They look very happy."
My hand, hanging at my side, clenched into a fist, then slowly relaxed.
When the next elevator arrived, my phone rang. It was Trista.
I nodded to my coworkers, stepping aside to answer. "Hello."
"Mommy, are you done with work yet? When are you coming home?"
Hearing her voice, the tightness in my throat loosened a little.
Since I twisted my ankle a while ago, she had been calling almost every day.
When she found out I could walk normally again, she asked last night w
