Camilla's POV

"You look like you could use a hand," Raymond said, moving closer with that irritating smirk. His shiny shoes made a clicking sound on the pavement, which seemed louder in the quiet of the road. He spoke calmly, but his eyes had a dark intensity that made me feel uneasy.

I stood in between him and Lawrence, my heart pounding as I hugged Mira tightly. "We don’t need your help," I snapped, my voice shaky but determined. My daughter held onto me tightly and pressed her face ...