NATHALIE.
“What way?” I asked.
“Get up from the floor first. You look miserable,” she helped me to the couch. “Sit here.”
I sat, wishing the door would creak open, and Nathaniel would walk through. I never meant for him to leave. I just wanted him to see how I felt. How could I be okay with his mother disrespecting me? I was tired of living that way. It could break me completely. I’m not a robot.
“Now, I’m going to set up this tripod and camera, and you will do exactly as I say, understand?” Caroline said, starting to set everything up.
“Yeah, but how does this help me feel better? What are we doing with the camera?” I watched her mount her phone.
“Well, I think Nathaniel treated you that way because he doesn’t trust you anymore. He thinks you caused the leaks,” she started explainin
