Daphne's POV
None of us had spoken or said anything in the last five minutes. What could we do? We had exhausted every iota of gossip left in us and the very one left on our lips was dangerous to discuss, at least not now.
"You good?" Camilla suddenly threw a question at me. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." I stared at Camilla. She was on the other side of the room. The left side to be precise with her back pressed against the wall. She was sitting on the ground, her blue handkerchief a tiny barrier between her butt and the dusty ground.
Her hands wrapped around her knees as she stared at me, her right eye twitching once in a while. "I'm fine. You? How are you holding up?"
"Great." It sounded forced but I understood. It was a surprise how we'd been able to hold it for this long. If it were e
