Chapter 67

CAMILLA

“Is Daddy a bad man?”

I nearly fell off the ladder. For a heartbeat, I forgot how to breathe.

In the three weeks since his birthday, Matteo had barely spoken. He had only made small, hesitant words here and there, and now, on the morning before Christmas Eve, this was what came out of his mouth.

I steadied myself and hung the silver ornament on the top branch of the Christmas tree before c