Two years later, Camille’s photo book Where the Wild Lavender Grows launched in Paris. Each image told a story—of place, of pain, of return.
She and Étienne never married.
They didn’t need to.
They built a life instead—half in Provence, half wherever her camera took her and his wine followed. Every time they were apart, she would find another letter, sealed in lavender wax, with two words inside:
“Come back.”
And she always did.
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