Osiris: The Broken Brother - Chapter 27

Eva

Camellia sits across from me in the sunlit kitchen, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her mug. Her eyes, warm and kind, are focused on me, waiting for me to speak.

I’ve been trying to say something for the past five minutes, but every time I open my mouth, nothing comes out. Instead, my mind races with all the doubts, the fears, the feelings I’ve been burying deep inside for weeks.

“You don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready,” Camellia says softly, her voice steady but reassuring.

I shake my head, taking a deep breath. I need to talk about this. I need to get it out, even if every word feels like it’s a weight on my chest.

“It’s not that I don’t want to talk,” I finally say, my voice a little hoarse. “It’s that I don’t know how to explain how I feel. It’s … it’s all just a mess.”

Camellia gives me a small, patient smile. “Life tends to be messy, Eva. Trust me, I get that.”

I nod, chewing on my bottom lip. “I just don’t know if I belong here. With Osiris… with this pack