CHAPTER 99

~ Camilla

I pulled on my clothes and the words Go. Go. Go echoed in my head. I didn’t pack a bag. The thought was a death sentence. Stephano noticed everything. A missing suitcase, an empty hanger, a cleared-out drawer, it would be a flare gun screaming my betrayal. He would hunt me down before the Uber even crossed the city limits. So I moved on pure, animal instinct. I picked my purse. My phone. My wallet. That was it. That was my entire life, condensed into the contents of a handbag. My hands trembled so violently I could barely type the Uber request into my phone. A...