chapter 43

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Damon I'm going crazy... That's the only way I can explain the voices in my head. I can hear her everywhere, I can hear her laughter, I can hear her angry voice in my head. When I close my eyes, I see her smiling face, I can see her profusing her love to me. It has been two weeks, two weeks after the fire in Madrid, two weeks since Camilla went missing, two weeks after I identified those bodies, confirming that she isn't one of them. Two weeks of listening to Cain blame me for her sudden disappearance. At a point, he blamed himself, according to him, he should have listened her when she requested that they go back to New York. I really wish he had listened too. Cain is aware of the cocaine and other hard drugs that are stored in the clubs basement, he's are that I'm that line of bus

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