Blanche's POV
When I got back to the Callum Mansion, every light was still blazing. Walking into the hall, I spotted Quinton and Amber still planted at the dining table.
They both glanced up as I stepped inside.
I walked over and said, "Hey, Quinton. Hey, Amber."
Quinton gave me a once-over before finally speaking. "Take a seat."
I settled down beside Amber.
Amber studied my face with concern. "Have you eaten?"
I nodded. "Already did."
Relief crossed Amber's features, then she continued, "Camila sobbed for hours tonight. She finally wore herself out, so I had Isabela put her to bed."
Guilt twisted in my chest, but I couldn't find the right words.
Amber's hand found mine under the table, her fingers wrapping around my cold ones. "Thank you for taking Camila out today. Must've worn you out."
I shook my head, smiling. "Not even close. Being with Camila always makes me happy."
Amber squeezed my hand. She stayed quiet, but I could sense her understanding.
