Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
Reese
I stare at Victoria, at my friend of twenty years.
‘What’s she talking about? What exactly did you do?’ I ask her.
‘You know what I did.’
Her face is pale and she looks around the park. ‘Come on, boys, time to go,’ she calls to her children.
Small stinging drops of rain begin to fall and there is a quick flash of lightning.
‘But what does it matter now? She’s gone and someone else is messaging us,’ she says as a little girl squeals at the rain and other parents call for their kids.
‘It’s going to pour, Mum. Come on,’ shouts Kayla, running towards me with her school bag on her shoulder. Max is not far behind her.
‘We need to talk about this,’ I tell Victoria who just shakes her head.
Dylan and Cash come barrelling towards her and she scoops them both up, much to their delight, and walks out of the park, weighed down by two heavy five-year-olds and their backpacks, desperate to get away.
My two children and I dash across the road towards our car as the rain gets heavier.
‘Quick, unlock the doors,’ shouts Max and we all tumble inside, wet and panting. The rain that was threatening only moments ago is now a heavy downpour. I start the car as my window mists up and pull carefully out into traffic.
‘I’m soaking wet,’ says Kayla.
‘We’ll be home soon,’ I murmur as what just happened runs through my thoughts.
I always thought that I was the one keeping a secret from Victoria but, obviously, I wasn’t the only one hiding something.
Camilla is dead. She hated Victoria because of what she did.
Is she dead because of Victoria?
And if Camilla is dead, who is messaging us?