CAMILLA POV
The following morning, I sat frozen, staring at the anonymous message on my phone screen. Your mother's accident wasn't an accident. Your father didn't run away. He was murdered. The words blurred, swimming in front of me as my mind struggled to comprehend their meaning.
For years, I had believed my mother's death to be a tragic accident, a cruel twist of fate that left me motherless at such a young age. And my father- his disappearance had haunted me, leaving me with unanswered questions and a lingering sense of abandonment. But murder? The idea crashed into me like a tidal wave, overwhelming and terrifying.
My hands trembled as I clutched the phone tighter, as if the device itself held the answers I desperately sought. Why now? Why reveal this now, after all these
