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BROOKLYN
After giving my statement and talking to some of the guys at the PD, I didn’t get home until two in the morning. I was exhausted; especially, after getting woken up by a slew of text messages. All of them except one was from my brother, saying he found out what happened and that I needed to call him back. The other was from Camden.
Camden: Good morning, buttercup.
That was all it was, but it brought a smile to my face. I texted him back.
Me: Morning to you too.
About two seconds later, he replied.
Camden: As I’m sitting here alone at my condo, I had a thought. Wouldn’t it be best for me to pick you up since your house is near the restaurant?
Laying my head back on the pillow, I groaned and looked at the text message again. He had a point.
Me: Okay, fine. I’ll send the
