Camila’s POV
I had thought coming back here was on my own terms, we had even written some ground rules and made a contract out of it, but reading through the contract itself right now, I realized that this man had just made me think I was the one calling the shots.
I wasn’t, not at all. If anything, I had been played.
After Sally left, I was shown to my room, not the old one I used to stay in, that had been decorated into Zion’s room, with a lot of toys and decorations in it. He was so happy with the room he didn’t even look at me twice as I stood behind him.
Now, I was standing in the kitchen with my back pushed against the wall. This kitchen was the only thing I could say I had genuinely missed in this house, and I was glad I was back in it. It was the only place I found solace whe
