Chapter 93

Waking up to someone watching you, someone who doesn’t live in the house, is by far the creepiest thing on Earth.

Camille’s hands are folded in her lap. Legs crossed. Perfectly poised and casual, as if this were normal behavior, to watch your ex-husband and his girlfriend sleep. I can feel the rage start to rise up my throat.

“You have a key?” I say. “Is that supposed to be an excuse? You're in Ki