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“Stephanie, did you hear me?” her friend asks.

“Sorry, I thought I heard…” She stays silent for a moment, and I’m afraid she will be able to hear my heart through the faint music playing overhead. “Never mind.”

My eyes slide over to Chloe, whose eyes are as wide as mine.

“I said you should try on the yellow dress. With your tan, it would look so good,” the friend tells her.

“Yeah, okay,” Stephanie finally agrees.

“We need to go.” I mouth to Chloe, who nods.

She motions to the clothes I wore here and then points outside, telling me she will step out while I get dressed.

I’ve never put clothes on so quickly in my entire life. When I’m fully clothed, I grab the dress I’m buying and peek out at Chloe. She ushers me out using her hand.

When I step out, the coast is clear. We get up front, and I pay for the dress. Thankfully, the customer service here is outstanding because they do not dillydally.

The woman hands me the bag and tells us to have a great day.

As we walk towards the exit, only two more feet until I am free, a hand grabs my wrist. I stop walking and glance down at the hand gripping me.

“Veronica?” Stephanie’s voice sends me into fight or flight.

I have to look at her. There is no way around it, and when I do, she looks at me in confusion. “No, I’m sorry. You have the wrong person.”

“Camille,” Chloe says from behind me. Stephanie’s eyes leave mine briefly to glance at the person behind me. “Sorry, but we are in a rush.”

Stephanie releases my hold. “I’m sorry. I thought you were⁠—”

“That’s okay.” I smile, dropping my eyes to the floor as I as I follow Chloe out of the store.

CHAPTER 41

Veronica

Setting the curling iron on the bathroom counter, I stare at myself in the mirror. Tonight, I chose tighter curls to mimic the ones I got rid of. The reason I decided to curl them this way is because I know how much Leo loved them.

I’ve also missed my curls more than I can even say. They were a part of me, like the flesh on my bones.

Another reason I curled my hair was because I wanted Leo to feel like he was on a date with me. Not Camille Saunders from Colorado, but Veronica Rollins, the crazy sociopath he fell in love with. Can I even give myself that title anymore since being back in Seattle? Well, since the moment I felt guilty after stabbing Leo.

Since returning to his life, I’ve accepted the flood of new emotions. I never thought someone would be able to fix me. The doctors tried medications, thinking that the pills would have helped, but shocker, they didn’t.

When the medicines failed, I refused to try anymore. I hated the way they made me feel. Not that they provided me with the emotions I had been missing, but some made me feel like a robot. Others made me nauseous, and there was that one that made me cranky.

And with the anger issues I already had, it got a little out of hand. Which led to one of the many fights I was in.

After that incident, they stopped trying the medications altogether. I returned to my typical self, and they didn’t try to shove any more pills down my throat.

My focus returns to my reflection in the mirror, the dissociation wearing off. Clearing my throat, I lightly brush my fingers through my hair to loosen some of the curls, giving it that wild look it used to have.

Chloe was right; the green of this dress complements the blonde and my skin very well. However, it does well for the brown in my eyes. Despite already putting on the minimum amount of makeup, I haven't put the contacts in.

A knock at the door tears my eyes away from the mirror. I chose to get ready in my apartment tonight. It’s weird being in here after spending all my time at Leo’s, but I wanted space while getting ready.

Blowing out a long breath, I leave the bathroom to open the door, and when I do, my breath is taken away. Leo stands there wearing a long-sleeved black Henley paired with black dress pants.

And here I thought the clothes he wore as a doctor were hot. My gaze travels up his body and to his face, which is holding a smirk as he appreciates my dress.