Chapter 30

CAMILLA

I asked quietly, “Is that why he’s so thin? And why he doesn’t talk?”

Victor’s Adam’s apple bobbed once. When he looked at me, his eyes were like stone, the hardness of a man who refused to break again. “Yes.” His gaze shifted back to the boy, then to me. “See if you can get him to eat more than a few bites of food.”

I nodded, though my insides churned.

He scanned my face, and his eyes lin