Chapter 37
THIRTY-SEVEN
Reese
I admire how brave Victoria is, how strong.
I wouldn’t be here if not for her. I would have gone to the police and been dismissed as some hysterical woman.
But I’m terrified of what we’re going to find in that house.
According to Sophie, Camilla is dead but what if she’s not?
What if she’s waiting for us and she has more planned?
What if Sophie lied for her? What if this is Lia, who is a lawyer? What more could she have planned?
‘Do you know what I was thinking while I threw up in that bathroom that night?’ I ask her because my mind is back at the last night I spent in this house; the last time I saw Camilla.
‘What?’
‘That I deserved it because I had thrown my happiness in everyone’s face.’
‘Oh, Reese,’ she says, edging closer and putting her arm around my shoulders. ‘That was not true.’
‘I know.’ I sniff as I remember my shock, my horror at Camilla saying she had slept with Lawrence. ‘I know that now. And I know that she was just… not a good person. She got rejected from Cambridge and decided to blow up my life. Who does that? What kind of a person does that?’
‘I guess… I don’t know,’ says Victoria.
‘What if it’s her? What are we going to do? Maybe she’s still alive.’
Victoria takes a deep breath. ‘Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.’
We walk up the uneven brick front path and Victoria knocks on the door, sharp quick raps with a closed fist, the sound loud in the quiet night air.
Bats suddenly shriek through the sky, making me jump as my heart races.
‘Shit,’ mutters Victoria and then she knocks again.
I want to turn and run, away from my past, away from what awaits us but Victoria won’t let me. I know she won’t.