Chapter 38

Camilla’s POV

Heavy, that’s the only word I can find that is fitting enough to describe the weight above my head. Ryan always teased that my neck should be tired from carrying my head around because it carried so much information it must be heavy.

Today that applies, but not because my head carries a lot of information. My eyes are not keen to see the world today, not that they’ve ever been but nonetheless.

Mirabelle’s ranting is bouncing off my eardrums, the only thing I’ve heard is. “Cami, okay? and Come on.” For the past twenty or is it thirty minutes? I can’t seem to keep track of time. I groan putting my pillow over my head to tune out Mirabelle but I’m futile in my attempt to do so.

How did she even get in? I always lock my room from the inside so how did she make it here without me opening for — wait, now that I think of it, how did I get here? I try to wrap my head around last night’s event’s but it’s all a blur, the last thing I can remember that’s c