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Alessio

I make my way upstairs to my bedroom with a heavy heart.

Camille's sobs filled me the moment I turned the corner to get up the stairs.

We've been back for the last two days, and her tears haven't ceased. I don't expect them to. What Camille has been through is beyond anything I could have imagined. Or expected.

I've been with her all day, but I had a quick errand to run that took about an hour. It was already nightfall when I left, and she was asleep. I'd hoped she would continue to sleep because she hasn't in days.

I keep asking myself what I actually expected from that trip but come up with a blank every time.

Truthfully, in my heart, if I'd known that trip to L.A. was going to destroy my wife the way it has, I would never have gone.

I would have sailed her across the globe and hidden her away from the certain pain, devastation, and despair.

Regardless to the answers we received, and the mystery solved regarding the Butyrskayas, I never would have traded that for her demise