DANI
The doorbell rings.
I toss my sketching book aside and walk to the door.
Camille stands at the door, her bodyguard behind her. Sometimes I wonder if she would cheat on Caleb with this bodyguard too. I push away the stupid thought and force a smile.
"Camille!" I say. "You didn't tell me you were coming."
"It's my son's house." She chuckles. "This is like my second house. And you are like my daughter. Not the one who died. That one was an addict and she drugged her way to death."
She rolls into the house and we have some coffee and cookies. She looks like she hasn't slept for days. Her eyes are red and tired.
Camille says nothing for the next twenty minutes. She finishes the cookies in her bowl and proceeds to finish her coffee.
"How's my son?" She asks.
"He's..." I pause. "Gri
