“Tyler. I haven’t been hiding. I’ve been trying to get your money.” Camilla’s turned white as a sheet, with a wobbling voice and clearly terrified. Losing all her poise and mannerisms as her accent gets a little shaky, dropping its upper-class edge and sounding less refined. I stay painfully still, regulating my breathing so that I don’t fall into a panic attack, and try to keep my head. Everything inside of me is poised in fear; all I can keep thinking about is how much I need ...