Chapter 50

CAMILLA

After Victor left, I sank onto the sofa with my phone still in my hand, feeling the echo of our earlier conversation in my chest. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since he’d told me about my uncles. In our world, a fall from grace almost always meant a bullet to the head, and that was exactly what had happened.

Gia was sat on the rug, fascinated by a noisy picture book that barked and mooed