Chapter 29
TWENTY-NINE
Reese
‘Yes,’ I answer.
‘Listen. Whoever this is wants to meet at Camilla’s parents’ house tomorrow night at eight p.m. They gave me the address.’
‘Oh… God.’
‘Look, we just have to figure out who this is and then we’ll know what to do. The four of us were meant to go out together anyway. We can just tell Ed and Nick that we want a girls’ night out.’
I want to ask her about the picture of her and my husband.
I want to ask her what she did that made Camilla hate her so much, that made Camilla kill herself, actually take her own life.
The idea is too horrifying to contemplate.
I can’t seem to wrap my head around the idea that someone would do that.
When I learned that she had slept with Lawrence and had to cancel my wedding, I was devastated.
And then I was angry and sad and I became depressed but I never thought about taking my own life. I couldn’t do that to my parents.
Camilla should have been ashamed. I know Victoria kept telling me she was going to get even with Camilla but I never questioned what she did.
I was too busy being sad and then trying to help my mother deal with my father’s death and pick up the pieces of my life.
Camilla became the least important thing.
Even Lawrence’s betrayal wasn’t something I considered anymore.
He cheated. I found out before I married him and I was glad of the escape.
When I started dating again, a year later, I was cautious, wary of every man I met, constantly looking for red flags. I never thought I would find someone until I met Nick. Have I missed the red flags with Nick?
‘Let’s go then. We’ll meet them there,’ I reply to Victoria, because what else can I say? We need to figure this out and then I will be able to ask my questions.
‘I’ll pick you up,’ she says.
‘Okay,’ I agree as I hear the door from the garage to the kitchen open. ‘Nick’s home.’
‘I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t say anything to him and I won’t say anything to Ed until we know exactly who this is,’ she says and then she hangs up.
‘Sorry, graduate screwed up a contract, client went ballistic and…’ says Nick with a sigh as he drops a kiss on my head.
‘Sounds like a bad day,’ I murmur.
‘Yeah, all I want is bed and not to have to think about anything for a few hours.’
‘Um… Victoria and I want to have a girls’ night tomorrow night. Are you okay to stay with the kids instead of going out?’ I almost hope he says ‘no’. I don’t want to know what or who is waiting for me at Camilla’s old house.
‘Absolutely. You deserve a night off to have some girl time.’
I open my mouth to thank him but then don’t say it. Why should I thank him for taking care of his own kids?
He doesn’t notice anyway, just leaves the kitchen. And a minute later I hear the shower running.
I should go to bed but I can’t seem to move. Instead, I sit in the kitchen while my tea cools beside me, wondering exactly what my husband and my best friend have been up to.
There’s one person I can ask. Whoever is pretending to be Camilla. They know.
And tomorrow night, I’ll know as well.