Camille's POV

Isabelle was wasting away, drowning in guilt that wasn't hers to carry.

My mother had turned to God, praying every day for Karen and the baby's safe return.

I tried to stay strong for both of them, but as the days passed, I found myself expecting the worst.

"He got home after midnight again last night," Isabelle said, forcing herself to eat a piece of bread because I'd insisted.

"Did he give you a reason?"

It wasn't the first time she'd mentioned August coming home afte