Camilla’s POV.
Everything left in me shattered instantly.
My lips and hands trembled.
“Kill me? Why? Why does Bryan want me dead?” I fidgeted, stepping away from the door in fear.
I wanted to scream, but the sound got caged in my throat.
My legs shook beneath me, but I had no option than to force them to move.
Bryan- the only person I had trusted since I woke up that day ten years ago, was plotting to kill me. I was initially planning on finding out his intent, but it seemed like I wasn’t ready for the truth because it hurt deeply.
I didn’t wait to hear more of his words.
I took to my heels, running with no destination in mind. But my legs betrayed me, making me crash down the hallway.
The loud thud of me falling echoed through the house.
“Camilla?”
