No.. I can’t
{Noelle’s POV} I sat alone in my hospital room for hours, my mind racing as I sent the video of Camille’s vile acts to myself, and to Agent Nickles. He soon called me, his voice sounding urgent. “What happened? What is this? Are you okay?” He asked. “No! I want to press charges on the woman in this video for assault, and attempted murder! I need you here, now!” I said, tears streaming down my face. “Okay, okay, I’ll be on the first flight out.” He said, hanging up the phone. Owen burst in the room staring me down. “Seriously? You’ve been telling me to watch out for Camille, yet you did this?” He shouted. “What is wrong with you?” I shook my head. “I didn’t Owen! I didn’t do it! I have proof!” I snapped, pulling up the video. I handed my phone to him, and as he watched it, his fac
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