“Camera’s don’t lie, Amelia!” He shouted in my face, flinging spittle on my lip and eyelid. He was furious, inches from my face as he raged on and on about the photo he flung around in the air like a butterfly on a string, fluttering about.
“Camera’s don’t lie, Amelia!” He shouted in my face, flinging spittle on my lip and eyelid. He was furious, inches from my face as he raged on and on about the photo he flung around in the air like a butterfly on a string, fluttering about.