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'...