The next morning, I woke up and walked into the living room to find Camille staring at the television with a sad expression on her face. When I walked over to speak with her, she said my name, but nothing else. I had hoped to learn more of her history today, but for now, I would focus on trying to explain things around the house. After a while, Lucifer came into the living room and started translating for me.
First, I started with the alphabet and how to pronounce each letter. Some words or phrases in my language had come from hers, so she could pick up the pronunciation of those words pretty quick. When I showed her how to write the letters, the doorbell rang. I ignored it in favor of explaining things to her. When it rang a second time, I heard Lucifer shift.
“I’ll get it.” Lucifer s
