Fifty two

Ellen's POV

I sat in my room with an open bottle of pinot noir as I let the events of the past few days swirl through my mind like a wind of chaos. Liz and Gabriel were both taken in on charges of physical abuse. The similarities between their situations were too striking to ignore. Both pieces of evidence released against them had Kamille at its center.

If Kamille was dead, then who the hell was scheming on her behalf.

I began going back memory lane to recall if she had any close friends from high school but none was forthcoming. I had made sure of that anyway. What about college? Did she have any friends then? After college, before and after her marriage to Zeke did she make any friends I did not know about?

But try as I might, I couldn't recall a single name. Kamille had been meticulous about keeping her distance from others. She had avoided people like a plague.

Fuck! I cursed inwardly and with a frustrated groan, I reached for the glass of wine on my bedside table and took a s