ARCHIE POV
Camilla came back from work, her face a mask of controlled emotion. My eyes were immediately drawn to her hand, red and angry from the burn. The sight of her injury made my chest tighten with a mix of anger and concern.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. I was so scared to see the injury.
"It was Trish," Camilla replied, her voice steady but laced with a hint of bitterness. "Margaret's daughter. She threw hot coffee at me."
A surge of anger coursed through me. I clenched my fists, struggling to keep my composure. "Trish? She used to bully you in high school, didn't she?"
Camilla nodded, her eyes flickering with painful memories. "Yes, she did. Because of my scar. She's always been cruel."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the rage
