CAMILLA POV
It was a sweltering day in the city, the kind of oppressive heat that made every movement feel like wading through molasses. As I stood outside the police station, the sun beating down mercilessly, the air thick with humidity, I could feel the perspiration trickling down my back. The press of bodies around me- the curious onlookers, the indifferent passersby, and the determined reporters- only added to the suffocating atmosphere.
The anger bubbling inside me was a living thing, a creature with claws and teeth that tore at my insides, demanding release. I had watched Margaret walk free, her smirk a slap in the face to everyone who had suffered because of her. She strutted out of the station, her designer heels clicking against the pavement, a stark contrast to the grimy
