Thirty eight

Kamille's POV

Suddenly my phone blared loudly, I rushed to pick it up, careful not to wake Royer who was sleeping soundly nearby.

Zeke's presence lingered in the room, his eyes watching me with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Although he was divorced, it still didn't change shit. I still ensured my privacy was intact as I attended to the ringing phone.

I answered the call, relief flooding through me as Christopher's voice filled the line. “What happened? I've been trying to reach you.” He exclaimed, his worry evident in his tone.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself before responding. “Don't worry. I'm fine.” I reassured him, feeling a pang of guilt for not responding to his earlier attempts to contact me. “It was Royer, he got injured, but he's receiving treatment now and he's okay.”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Chris spoke again, his voice tinged with remorse. “I'm sorry, I didn't know.” He said softly, his words heavy with regret.

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