( CAMILLA )
" Did you read what's inside?" My gaze went to Matilda reading a book.
" No, Camilla. There's a drawer full of letters, left by the soldiers, found by the bodies of the dead. I respect those who have died in war, so only those to whom they are addressed can read them." Matilda's gray eyes lingered on me, and then returned to the same target.
"Thank you." The short word left my lips, my fingers landed on the translucent package where the letter lay, and then, turning on my heel, I strode towards the exit.
"Camilla." Matilda's voice stopped me as my foot reached the threshold. "If you find out the origin of your ring, let me know its history." Matilda's gaze flicked to my neck and returned to my eyes a moment later.
I nodded my head in the affirmative and then dashed ou
