Camila's POV
The door clicked shut behind him, but I didn't relax.
I couldn't.
Because if Nathaniel knew something, then so did others.
And no one was telling me.
I gritted my teeth, my fingers curling into the thin hospital blanket. A storm raged inside me, threatening to consume every part of me that had once been soft. Once trusting.
Not anymore.
I pressed a hand to my abdomen, the hollowness inside me more painful than the bruises and fractures littering my body.
My child was gone.
Murdered.
I closed my eyes, forcing the bile down my throat. The memories were still fragmented—flashes of cold hands, a sudden force, my body tumbling into nothingness. But one thing was clear.
Someone had made sure this happened.
And I was going to make sure they suffered.
The door creaked open again. I clenched my jaw. "I told you to get out, Nathaniel."
Silence.
Then a quiet voice. "It's me."
Aiden.
My heart stopped.
