Third Person’s POV
Camille sat in her car, gritting her teeth as she dialed Philip’s number again. It was the sixtieth time that day, but the result was always the same.
“Hi, this is Philip’s voicemail. Drop your information and leave my phone the f**k alone.” His voice, dripping with sarcasm, came through the speaker.
“Pick up your damn phone, you i***t,” she muttered, slamming her fist against the steering wheel as though the force of it could somehow make him answer.
“Unbelievable!” Camille hissed, shoving her phone into the passenger seat. She slammed the car into gear and sped off, her eyes narrowing with determination. There was only one place she had in mind and that’s where she headed.
A few minutes later, she pulled up in front of Philip’s grandmother’s house, the small, rund
