Camden.

Camden, what does she mean, not the house?

I ended the call and set the phone face-down on Darcy’s table, and for a moment I just breathed.

It’s a strange thing, being on the other side of the power for the first time in seven years.

I kept waiting to feel triumphant, and it didn’t come — what came instead was something quieter and steadier, the feeling of a room finally at the right temperature after a long time being too cold.

Camden’s shouting couldn’t reach me now.