Damian
Camille nodded. “You should come with us.”
I hesitated. Looked down at the photo again. “I can’t. Not yet.”
“Why not?” she asked gently, walking closer.
I rubbed my jaw and exhaled. “He has everything locked. Guards. Pressure. Threats. He called the postal service to block a gift I tried sending to Lila. I was...holding the damn bear one minute, and in his office the next. He told me if I tried anything again, I wouldn’t just lose my family, I’d lose them. Permanently.”
Camille went quiet.
“That’s why you didn’t answer the text?” she finally asked.
I nodded. “If he even suspects I’m trying to stay connected… it’s not just me who’ll suffer.”
She sat in the chair opposite my desk. “That’s not sustainable, Damian. You know that, right? You can’t live like this forever.”
I lean
