Scott
It's hard to know what's true and what's not. I clearly remember the invoices coming, and they were supposed to be Camilla's requests. I remember her being so grateful every time the clothes came in, but reading the texts I see a different story. I no longer know what to think, and I hate that.
"Stop with that already," my father takes the file from me. "Those are just lies. Remember what you know. She was always demanding new and better things. She is just a gold digger, remember that," but the more I think about it, the less I believe it. I was so sure about all this, but now not so much.
"Do you think that these texts are false?" I ask.
"I think they know exactly what they are doing, and that you shouldn't fall into their game. Remember, you saw her with your own eyes. Are y
