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Chapter 25
ROSE'S POINT OF VIEW
I slammed my apartment door so hard the walls shook. The sound echoed through the empty space, matching the thunder in my heart. My hands shook as I poured myself a drink, spilling expensive whiskey on the marble counter.
"Damn you, Camille," I whispered, then screamed it: "DAMN YOU!"
The crystal glass flew from