CAMILLA

Perhaps I should have stopped being surprised about literally anything that happens in my life. I mean, when I was ten, I watched my father cut off someone’s hand for stealing from him. When I was twelve, I watched him put a bullet between a man’s eyes, and when I was fourteen, I saw him torture someone. When I was sixteen, he put a gun in my hand and ordered me to kill a man for crossing us. He was selling intel to one of the other families. I think, honestly, I didn’t stop to ask questions, I did as I was told and pulled the trigger. And when I was eighteen, I found out all the things I’d done, all the lives I’d watched end were for nothing because he’d made a deal with Charles Davenport, and soon I would be nothing more than his baby maker.