Husband 3

“You— “ Camilla’s hand trembled the moment she saw Roland calmly sitting down on the chair next to the bed, a gun in his hand.

Camilla's heart lurched into her throat, squeezing with icy terror that instantly eclipsed the exhaustion that had moments ago been her only concern. Roland. How? It was impossible.

He was supposed to be rotting away in some godforsaken prison cell, a consequence of the