CHAPTER 66:-

THE PREVIOUS MORNING

The interview room was too bright. The fluorescent light whirred overhead, constant and cruel.

It drained the color from Camilla's face and made yesterday's smudged mascara look like cracks in dried paint.

Her hands were handcuffed to a metal ring on the table, shaking so much she could barely think.

His court-appointed lawyer leaned closer, lowering his voice. He looked young. Tired. As if he already knew how this would end.

"With his confession," he said care