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Camille:

Words could not describe how embarrassed I felt. The way Lucia kept looking down at me with disappointment only made matters worse.

What was my excuse? I wasn’t drunk. What then was my excuse for resting on her brother’s shoulder while he touched me, just a day after she had expressly warned me to steer clear of him.

I suddenly felt so dirty, even without having to look at her.

No wonder he didn’t take me seriously. Even after all the hurtful things he had said countlessly to me, I still managed to let myself be putty in his hands.

My food was halfway gone, but I no longer had an appetite for it. I placed it on the chair Daniel had vacated, before laying on the bed and covering myself with the duvet, just to protect myself from her silent but deadly glare.

She didn’t let me do that.

“What is the meaning of this?” She asked, lifting the top of the blanket away from my face.

“How did you get in?” I asked, avoiding her eyes.

What was it with locked doors today?