Author name: Hauda.A

The envelope was waiting on Camille’s pillow when she returned from her morning run. Cream-colored, heavy stock paper, her name […]

The country club smelled like money and judgment. Camille sat in the passenger seat of Eleanor’s Mercedes, watching the ivy-covered

Camille lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to footsteps in the hallway. Eleanor’s footsteps. She’d recognize them anywhere

Camille couldn’t sleep. At two in the morning, she gave up trying. The bed was too soft, the room too

The dining room was designed to intimidate. Camille stood in the doorway, taking in the scene: a mahogany table that

The sapphire weighed more than it should. Camille stood in front of the full-length mirror in her new bedroom, staring

The foyer was designed to intimidate. Camille stood on marble floors that reflected the crystal chandelier overhead, her cheap heels

The courthouse smelled like old wood and broken promises. Camille Stratton stood in front of Judge Morrison with sweating palms