IVY’S POV
“How are you feeling?” Cam asked as I walked into the living room, already dressed up for work in a red formal dress with my bag hanging off my shoulder. She was asking in reference to what happened last night.
“I’m better,” I answered, as she pushed a plate of toast in front of me. “Thanks,” I said. I studied her, she was dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. “You are not going work today?” I asked.
“I called in sick.”
“Oh.”
“I called in sick for you too,” she said.
“What? Why?” I demanded.
“You didn’t seem really well last night, so I thought you might take a break today, gather yourself and then, resume work tomorrow.”
“I don’t need time to gather myself,” I said. “I need to work. I need work to keep myself sane.”
“How is that working out for you exactly, Ivy?
