“Camille,” I said softly.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, but she still didn’t look up.
“Camille.”
My voice came out gentler this time.
“Look at me.”
Slowly, she lifted her head. Her eyes were glassy already. Red around the edges.
I swallowed against the heaviness rising inside my chest.
“You’re going to get the justice you deserve,” I told her carefully. “We’ll make sure of that.”
For a second, she just stared at me. Like she didn’t know what to do with kindness.
Then a tear finally slipped down her face.
Her lips parted slightly before she whispered, “Thank you.”
Her voice broke badly on the second word.
“You don’t have to worry about anything anymore,” Pierce said quietly from across the table. “We’re here for you.”
That did it.
Camille broke completely.
A soft sob esca
