Amelia
After returning from the camp, I found it impossible to focus on anything. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Camila was chatting away, but her words barely registered. I felt like a ghost, drifting through the motions of my duties.
“Amelia?” Camila’s voice cut through my daze. Her hand touched my shoulder, warm and insistent. “Are you even listening?”
I blinked, forcing myself to focus and managed a weak smile. “I’m sorry.” I murmured, “What were you saying?”
Her eyes narrowed with concern as she studied my face. “You’ve been distracted since returning from camp.”
I swallowed hard, dropping my gaze to the plush carpet beneath our feet. The intricate patterns suddenly seemed fascinating, anything to avoid her penetrating stare that seemed to see right through m
