Chapter Twenty-Eight
CAMILLE "Why should I believe anything you will tell me?" I questioned this Clarissa. I still had my hand on my gun, ready to shoot her at any moment. I didn't know who this woman was or where she came from but I had a bad vibe about her. She shrugs. "It's your choice to believe me." She pulls out her phone and slides her finger over the screen. She placed her phone on the bench and gestures to it. My body was hesitant. I should just go back inside but my body was moving towards the phone. My hold on the gun remained in case she tried anything. I grabbed the phone and saw text messages. I frowned. My eyes moved from the phone to her. "This doesn't prove anything. You could be texting anyone." She chuckles and holds her hands out. I gave her the phone back and watched her with caution
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