The Price of Justice

(Camilla’s POV) [The Next Morning] The hospital room is quiet, the only sound that can be heard is the beep of the heart monitor and the soft hum of the air conditioning. I lay in the bed, staring up at the ceiling, my thoughts a chaotic mess. The physical pain has dulled, reduced to a distant ache by the medications, but the turmoil in my mind is still here. I couldn’t stop thinking about what is next, about the one person still out there—Lester. He is the last piece of the puzzle, the one who has slipped through our fingers every time, hiding away from the consequences of his actions. Where is he? What is he planning? The questions buzzed in my mind, and I felt a gnawing sense of frustration that I couldn’t shake. Because if you think about it, he is the root of everything. He’s the one who betrayed me with my best friend, brought me to his wicked family, and treated me like garbage despite my pregnancy during that time. He was very much the person who should be blamed. It's a simple