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Camille

The tension drains from my body the moment I pierce through the water.

The neon blue lights at the bottom of the pool come on, and I feel like I'm swimming in the sea. In my angst-filled state, I'd probably feel better in the sea, with the crashing waves rippling over me. But at this hour I'd probably get myself in trouble.

It's nearly one in the morning.

I was awake yesterday at this time too, but I was in the hot tub with Alessio, where we seemed to be two different people who'd lost themselves to lust.

Now I'm by myself, faced with the sting of uncertainty. And the sting of Gytha's words, because Alessio didn't come home.

Of course, I assumed he was with her, and I couldn't sleep. Then I made the mistake of going through my emails and found one that was sent yesterday morning from the lawyer in Russia who is dealing with the vineyard I inherited from my grandfather.

I'd forgotten all about it since I had so many other things on my mind, and I'd already started the process o