67 This Is My Dream

Camila

It felt as though time had slowed to a crawl in the bunker, even though I knew our days there were numbered.

The reality that I might soon be sent back to the Morosov estate to wait for Ronan’s return lingered in the back of my mind, but it didn’t trouble me too much. I clung to the hope that, somehow, everything would work out in the end.

After a quiet meal, Ronan and I tucked Katya into bed. The peaceful routine of caring for her brought a sense of normalcy to our otherwise tense lives.

Once she was asleep, we returned to the living room and decided to do something we wouldn’t normally dare to do at the house—something simple yet intimate. We snuggled up on the couch, wrapped in a warm blanket, and put on a classic movie, The Notebook.

As the story of love, loyalty, and perseverance unfolded on the screen, I found myself deeply moved. The tale struck a chord with me, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

The emotions stirred up by the film were overwhelming,