Hearing that voice after so many years felt like a nail screeching down a chalkboard—sharp and irritating, yet still holding that old, undeniable command.
It was a voice that used to make her spine stiffen, but now it just pricked at her, though she wouldn't let that show.
"Hello, Aunt." Camila turned to find Julie's face blank, clearly not buying the "hello" part.
"Drop the act, please. You didn't really come here to say hello, did you?" Julie challenged.
Camila forced a smile. "I came to visit—"
"Or you came to threaten me about the inheritance thing," she cut in, her voice flat and unimpressed.
It hadn't even crossed Camila's mind that she'd run into Julie here. Of course, she should have considered it. Still, it worked out. She could lay down her warning, hoping Julie would actua
