Camilla's POV
The words tumbled from my lips like a confession I needed to hear myself make. "I divorced him. I'm not tied to Tom anymore."
But even as I spoke them aloud in the silence of the backseat, they felt fragile as glass. The separation was still fresh, the wound of our failed marriage barely scabbed over. Everything around me felt unfamiliar, like I was learning to navigate a world I'd forgotten how to live in alone.
A bitter laugh escaped me, hollow and unconvincing. "Stop obsessing over him," I chided myself, knowing Eden would have said the exact same thing if she were here. She'd probably add an eye roll and tell me to get my act together.
But Eden wasn't here. Just me and the weight of what happened last night.
Would Joy approve of what I'd done? The thought of Joy made my stomach clench. She always saw me as someone with backbone, someone who made smart choices. Not someone who fell apart and made reckless decisions with strangers.
