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The Fire Incident [II]
CAMILLA RENÉE
EMERTON'S MANSION
SATURDAY.
"Camilla..."
"Y-Yeah."
I scoffed, a peel of laughter slipping out through my spread lips.
"Explain because I've never been more confused in my entire life."
Hoisting one hand, I urged him to settle, giving myself a moment or two to calm down as well.
"My parents weren't always like this. I was an only child and at some point, I was loved heartily. Then they began taking trips every month, leaving me with a nanny or most times forgetting to get one and I was fed up. Two years ago I went to that party because I wanted to show them I'm rebellious."
I chortle at my words.
"We all know how that turned out. As though my list of bad choices wasn't enough, I added one more. That night they were out to God knows were, I got
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