CAMILLA POV
I stepped out of the sleek black car, my heels clicking on the pavement as I approached the house that held so many painful memories. This place, once my prison, seemed smaller and less imposing now. I took a deep breath and steeled myself. I was here on a mission, and I wouldn't let the ghosts of the past deter me.
Pushing open the front door, I entered the dimly lit living room. The air was thick with the stale scent of neglect, but I didn't flinch. Madeline was lounging on the worn-out couch, her eyes narrowing as she recognized me. Disbelief flickered across her face before settling into a scowl.
"Camilla? Is that really you?" she spat, her voice laced with venom and confusion.
I stood tall, exuding the confidence I had painstakingly built over the past months
