15

Camille

I rest my head against the wall and gaze at the clock on the desk across from me. The next few seconds tick by, heralding the start of another hour—eleven o'clock.

It's been night for a while now, and I've been sitting on the floor with my back against the wall in the spot Alessio found me when we had our little encounter.

I returned to it when I saw him with that woman. I didn't see her face properly, but I could tell she was involved with him in some way.

As I haven't seen him since, I'm guessing he's with her.

I hurried upstairs when he noticed me, so I don't know what happened after. I regret that I was foolish enough to go downstairs in the first place.

It wasn't to eat. I needed some ice-cold water after the bomb he dropped on me. Passing the bathroom with a perfectly working tap of running water, I simply wasn't thinking when I went down the stairs.

I'd dragged on the stupid clothes he left for me, which I'm still wearing, and I really hope they don't belong to the woma