CAMILLA“You stole from me.”The sentence hit harder than if she’d raised her hand. My body reacted before my pride could catch up. I dropped to my knees right there in the foyer, the sound of skin meeting marble was sharp and humiliating. The floor was cold, shockingly so, seeping straight through my leggings, but I barely felt it. My hands flew up, palms open, fingers shaking as if my body already knew this was a moment that could cost me everything.“I’m so sorry, Ama,” I said, the words tumbling over each other. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to take your money. I was scared. I swear I’ll pay you back. Every cent. Please don’t hate me.”My voice cracked on the last word. That was the truth of it. I could survive anger. I could survive punishment. But the idea of losing her quiet kindness, the way she’d folded me into her care without asking questions, felt unbearable.She didn’t move.She stood over me with her arms crossed tight across her chest, shoulders squared, chin lifted. Her
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