Vincent's POV
I could hear my name repeatedly in my dreams. My name came from somewhere far away, and it took me longer than it should have to understand that someone was actually saying it.
I opened my eyes to my mother's face at the foot of the bed, her hand pressed to her mouth, her eyes wide and fixed on something beside me.
I turned my head, only to find Camilla lay next to me, the sheet pulled to her shoulder, her neck and collarbone covered in bruises.
I threw back the sheet and reached for the floor and stopped when I realised I had nothing on. I pulled the sheet back in shock, staring at her with disbelief in my eyes.
“What—what’s going on here? Why am I naked?” I asked no one in particular.
“What a stupid question, Vincent. Is this how I raised you?” My mother yelled.
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