CHAPTER 9

  Kamille's POV

  I missed them too much more than I thought I did. I quickly texted her an address.

  With a strengthened resolve, I rang Belle's home line. After a few rings she picked and greeted. "Hi, Belle, it's Kamille, your friend," I replied and awaited her response.

  She gasped, "Kamille, the dead Kamille?". She was quite the opposite of Amanda; She is calm and composed. She was a dermatologist and had her life organized just like her response.

  "Yes," I replied. "I mean, no. I didn't die. I was saved and I had to travel out to the US after the news of my death spread." I explained. She was too calm and collected. I didn't know if she believed it was me. Sighs.

  "Kamille, I don't know what to say. I mean I don't even know how to react to this." She replied.

  "How about we meet? You, Amanda and myself at the spot I will text you now. Can you meet me there?" I asked.

  "Now? Why not? I will be on my way as soon as I get the text."