From the outside, everything seemed secure: a thoughtful husband, a sweet little boy, a peaceful house. But that night, Leo’s trembling words cracked the surface of everything she thought she had.
“What did you hear, sweetheart?” she asked, forcing her voice to stay soft.
Leo lowered his eyes.
“Dad was talking on the phone to a woman. He said that when you were in Lyon, they would have three days to go to the bank and the notary. Then she laughed.”
Camille pulled him into her arms without answering. Her heart was beating so hard she was afraid he could feel it through her chest, but she refused to fall apart in front of him. Not after he had been brave enough to tell her something that clearly terrified him. She took him back to his room, sat beside him until his eyelids grew heavy, and only when he finally slept did she go downstairs to the kitchen, around three in the morning.
