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She stared at me in horror.

"The flowers..."

I said nothing.

"The note and Oh my God, Kenny!”

I watched her quietly. One realization after another hit her. Now, every memory, every talk, every smile between us felt like something she couldn’t trust.

I leaned in closer to the glass.

"You asked me once why I moved to Lemon Grove Estates."

A tear ran down my cheek.

"I came home."

Camille broke down. Her sobs filled the room as she hit the table with her fist.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I grabbed my purse.

"Now," I said, looking at the woman who had spent years living a life that didn’t belong to her.

"You finally know what it feels like to have everything taken from you."

The correctional officer walked over to Camille as her crying turned into desperate pleas.

"Maci!"

I stopped.

"Maci, please!"

I looked back one last time and picked up the phone again.

"The difference between us is that I still have to live with missing her."

I turned and walked away. As I headed down the corridor, Camille’s crying echoed behind me.

Chapter Twenty

Maci

Two days later, the detective called. I stood by the kitchen window while the phone rang, watching the lemon trees outside. They comforted me, but also reminded me of everything that had happened.

"This is Maci," I answered.

"Mrs. Graham, it's Detective Collins."

His voice was heavier than before.

"We've completed our review of the hard drive."

I shut my eyes.

"And?"