Camilla’s POV

As the gunman approached, I choked on my cry. His gun was still pointed straight at Lawrence, and he was only a few feet away.

As though he was relishing the last seconds before everything came to an end, I could see the anger blazing in his eyes and the malice in every action.

Lawrence maintained his composure, showing no signs of dread.

As he positioned himself between the children and the danger, his body acted as a shield, and I could sense the strength in his posture. ...