The dog bared its teeth. Camila stood frozen.

Edwin fully expected her to break into tears, beg, humiliate herself on the floor the way she always did.

Instead she straightened, calmly adjusted her raincoat, and looked at him with a cold that made him uncomfortable.

She took her phone from her pocket.

“Who do you think you’re calling?” he scoffed. “The police? One of your starving friends?”

Camila pressed the speed dial for a contact saved as Attorney Wayne.