CAMILLE

I could do nothing else but stare back at James' face while he laid down rules I was to follow, like I was not the same woman whose love and forgiveness he had been begging for not long ago.

The love in them was long buried and replaced by the cold and menacing, only commanding and not leaving any room for my feelings or thoughts, and I couldn't dare leave or just run away.

Where will I run to and how?

If I were not so worried about James' threats, then Martha's annoyance was more ...