Camilla's POV
My eyelids fluttered open, the harsh afternoon light stabbing through my vision like needles. Everything swam in and out of focus, shapes blurring together in a nauseating dance. My chest felt heavy, each breath a struggle as consciousness slowly returned to me.
I had fainted again.
The realization hit me like a cold wave. This wasn't the first time my body had betrayed me under stress. Years ago, I'd collapsed from exhaustion and woken up in a sterile hospital room, saved by a kind stranger who'd found me on the sidewalk. The doctor's warning still echoed in my memory: avoid excessive stress, don't push yourself beyond your limits.
But what other choice did I have? After everything Tom had put me through, after the lies and betrayal, how could anyone expect me to remain calm? Stress clung to me like a second skin, suffocating and inescapable.
A voice drifted through the fog in my head, distant and muffled.
"Camilla... Camilla, can you hear me?"
