Camilla’s pov
"Why would you touch my things?" I ask, my voice tinged with frustration, my eyes locking with his.
Lucas's demeanor remains calm, but it is a different kind of calm, a prelude to a storm. He doesn't back down; instead, he seems determined to get answers. "How do you have those videos?"
The room seems to close in around me as the tension escalates. Standing abruptly, I feel the need to get out immediately and not answer the question. "Why would you touch my stuff without permission? You could have asked me!" I exclaim, my voice tinged with frustration.
Lucas's calm demeanor persists as he responds, "Like you would tell us what's in there." His words hit me like a blow, and I can feel myself becoming defensive. “So how do you have those videos?”
"It's none of your busines
