Kamille's POV
Time flew quickly and Friday night arrived in no time. I paced back and forth in my room, uncertainty gnawing at my insides. Was going on this dinner with Chris really necessary? He was my kid's teacher in school.
As I debated whether to follow through with the plan or not, a message from an unknown number flashed on my phone screen.
Hey Ms Kamille,
Seven pm at the L and S cuisine.
I'll be here. Whatever you decide,
I'll understand.
Chris.
How had he managed to get hold of my home line? I wondered briefly, before realization dawned on me. Of course, he would have my parents' number from the school records. And I had linked my direct line to the home line in case of emergencies.
After reading Chris's message, I let out a sigh, feeling a mix of nervousness and det
