In early fall, days of rain drenched Seabrook.
I was preparing to close the shop one evening when a disheveled woman reeking of filth rushed inside.
It was Camille.
Nothing remained of the polished, arrogant heiress she had once been. Her designer clothes were ripped and ragged, and her face was covered in fingernail scratches.
"Tessa, you vicious woman! This is all your fault!"
She gripped a rusty kitchen knife and charged at me.
"Graham destroyed my parents' company because of you. He even hired people to torment me while I was in county jail. My life is over, so I'm taking you with me!"
I stepped back calmly and grabbed a heavy wooden club from the table.
Before I could swing it, a dark figure rushed through the doorway.
Graham kicked Camille in the stomach and sent her flying
