Ellen’s POV

Staring at Kamille left my mind a whirlwind of disbelief and shock. My hands gripped at my phone and purse tightly, leaving my knuckles white from the pressure.

I needed to be really sure it was Kamille and not me running mad from imagination. I dropped my purse and took a few photographs of Kamille and Belle together on her front porch.

“Let's go,” I instructed the driver.

“I have thought you would never request that,” He replied and we drove ...