Chapter 4

I met Kaylee for lunch that same day.

After reading the bank statements, she nearly crushed her glass in her hand.

"Come on, Camille, what were you even after back then?" she demanded.

I stared at the lemonade in front of me, staying quiet for a few seconds.

What was I after?

Maybe it was that Stuart used to be good to me.

When I worked overtime until midnight, he'd come pick me up.

When I had period cramps, he'd make me hot soup.

When my stomach acted up, he'd remind me to eat on time, even when he was…