253: Revolving Questions

Camilla Drinking my tea, I made a conscious effort to appreciate the warmth of the cup in my hands, the comforting aroma, and the wispy steam that dissipated into the air. Despite my efforts to be present in the moment, my mind continuously wandered back to Shawn. I couldn't shake off the memory of discovering the note, the shock that coursed through me, and the overwhelming fear that consumed me. How had he gotten so close? How had he managed to leave a note inside my house? The questions swirled in my mind, each one leading to another until I felt like I was drowning in uncertainty. But I couldn’t let it consume me. I couldn’t let Shawn win. I set the cup down and forced myself to take a deep breath. I had to stay strong, not just for myself but for my mother, for Austin, and for everyone who had stood by me through everything. I wasn’t the same person I’d been when I first met Shawn. I was stronger now, more resilient. I’d survived him once, and I’d do it again. The night stret