CHAPTER 32

  Kamille's POV

  Time flew quickly and Friday night arrived in no time. I paced back and forth in my room, uncertainty gnawing at my insides. Was going on this dinner with Chris really necessary? He was my kid's teacher in school.

  As I debated whether to follow through with the plan or not, a message from an unknown number flashed on my phone screen.

  Hey Ms Kamille,

  Seven pm at the L and S cuisine.

  I'll be here. Whatever you decide,

  I'll understand.

  Chris.

  How had he managed to get hold of my home line? I wondered briefly, before realization dawned on me. Of course, he would have my parents' number from the school records. And I had linked my direct line to the home line in case of emergencies.