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A few hours ago,

I felt sick to my stomach. I felt so sick that I had to grab the closest bin to heave into because I wasn't sure I could make it to the toilet on time. The more I thought of what I'd just seen, the sicker I became. My head was spinning, my lungs straining for air. I didn't want to believe it. I feared that it would mean that my worst nightmare had come true.

Skye.

My Skye.

She'd betrayed me. The CCTV footage was evidence enough. Just ...