Amelia Saunders had always dreamed of following in her great-grandfather's footsteps to become the second Saunders named a U.S. diplomat. She ran straight into the Foreign Service before the ink on her college diploma even had the chance to dry and started an aggressive if slow climb up the ladder. By the time she was 25, she'd won a position as an underling at the U.S. Embassy in Nepal. Not even two months after moving from Boston to Kathmandu for the job, she discovered she was pregnant. The consequence of a brief fling with a married politician that had ended when Amelia left the states, the pregnancy was neither expected nor welcomed. The father-to-be had little sympathy for his former mistress' predicament and, although Amelia ultimately decided to keep her child, the decision was made out of a misguided sense of accountability and Catholic guilt. It had nothing to do with wanting to be a mother. Before Camilla Saunders was even born, her mother considered her as being in the way. In the way of all Amelia's plans, ambitions, and everything else. Camilla was a thorn in her mother's side just by virtue of her existence.

The barely masked resentment her mother felt towards her combined with the semi-frequent moves she was forced to endure as part of Amelia's career and promotions quickly made a problem child out of Cam. Too bored and too smart to sit quietly in corners while her mother ignored her in favor of career advancement, Camilla started sneaking off to get herself in trouble right from the moment she learned to walk. She was giving her mother Hell and plenty of backtalk by the time she turned ten. The older she grew, the more trouble she was able to create all around herself and, by the time she was thirteen, Camilla had been kicked out of every school her mother had enrolled her in since second grade and Amelia was plain tired of being embarrassed by a child she'd never planned to have and couldn't control. Months of mounting tension between the mother and daughter paired with the news that Amelia would be getting the largest promotion of her career to date meant that something had to change.

That was how, for better or worse, Camilla found herself shuffled onto a plane out of Israel and unceremoniously shipped to Boston, Massachussetts to live with an aunt she barely remembered from one childhood visit to a country she knew only through exported sitcom reruns on foreign television. It could have been a disaster. Instead, Cam was finally given a stable environment, the chance to make friends she wouldn't have to move away from or forfeit for her mother's job, and the privilege of living with someone who wasn't offended merely by her breathing. Aunt Anne, an art conservator who had married young but had no children of her own, gave Camilla all of the affection and understanding that Amelia had never bothered with and the impressionable young woman responded to it by curbing the worst of her bad behavior. In Anne's husband, Christopher, she gained the father figure she never knew she'd been missing and after a rough first few months while all involved became adjusted to their new lives, the couple began to treat her as their own. Cam (mostly) cleaned up her act and gave them the respect she had never been able to muster for her mother.

She breezed through high school surrounded by a close-knit group of friends who had known each other since childhood and accepted her because her aunt and uncle ran in the same circles as their parents. Her uncle was indulgent, her aunt was fun, and her mother was almost always halfway across the world. Life was easy. Whatever trouble she and her friends got in, someone's daddy was bound to buy them out of and she graduated high school with a spotless record and a full ride to Boston University. After a few semesters of aimlessly spinning her wheels while filling up her general education requirements, she impulsively declared herself an archaeology major. The only things she had picked up from her mother were, apparently, a love for other cultures and history.

While doing her undergraduate studies, she met and began dating pre-med student Connor Ellis in autumn 2010. Since most of her relationships up until that point had either been short-lived or incredibly unhealthy, everyone around her welcomed the entrance of such a driven and well-rounded partner in her life to soften up some her edges and mellow out some of the restless/reckless behavior that occasionally still drove Camilla. The young couple been together for about eighteen months and graduated university when they began tentatively discussing marriage. Nothing had been set in stone and Connor had not even gotten the chance to finish saving up for a nice ring when he was gravely injured on night in a bar while trying to break up someone else's fight. The medicine and practice he had planned to devote his life to were not enough to save him and he died during surgery after losing too much blood.

Camilla responded to the tragedy by leaving the country almost as soon as the funeral was over, deferring her graduate studies and disappearing one night without much notice to anyone. After backpacking through Europe and Asia on dwindling funds, she found herself returning to her mother, who was then stationed in Japan. Though she had gone only for the change of pace and location and had expected nothing significant to change between she and her mother, Amelia did her best to comfort her daughter in her time of grief and to repair a relationship that had been damaged from the start. When Cam returned to the States again in 2013, it was with a clearer head and a newfound respect and affection for her formerly estranged mother. She dove headfirst into archaelogical field work and grad school and hasn't looked back since. Now she lives alone in a cozy apartment in Brighton, Boston where she splits her time between doing the thankless grunt work of her tenured archaeology professors and working as a digital archivist (glorified librarian) for the media archives at BU.