Chapter Ninety-Nine

Camilla found herself in the quiet confines of her flat as dusk descended upon the bustling metropolis of Paris.

Her feet appreciated the freedom of being bare as she glided fluidly from the living room to the kitchen, absorbed in a conversation with her therapist that resonated throughout the apartment.

"I'm doing a lot better, Dr. Blackwell," she said with each stride. Thank you for checking in on me."

As she listened closely to the psychological advice on the other end of the phone, the warmth of the conversation surrounded her, offering peace.

Their conversation eventually came to a natural end with both saying their goodbyes.

Camilla then laid her phone lightly on the kitchen counter, a sensation of achievement filling her.

Wanting to quench her thirst, she reached for a glass and made her way over to the sink, allowing cool water to fall from the faucet.

The doorbell rang just as she took a refreshing sip, breaking the peace that had gathered in her flat.

Her brow furrowed in cu