DENOVA’S POV
“Why is it that every time you come home early, you come with bad news?”
“It’s not my fault Rhys is a tool. You’re supposed to be mad at him, not me!”
Cammie grunted and then got down on her knees, ramming her arm right under the couch.
“Found it?” I asked as she resurfaced. She dangled a piece of what looked like a curly fry except it was covered in a greyish substance. She retched.
“I am not going to be mad at him. Frankly, I think he did the right thing kicking you out like that.” The moldy curly fry was tossed alongside the other moldy and dust covered things we unearthed in our search.
I felt affronted. How could she side with him right now? I was her best friend!
“You were disrespectful and unprofessional in your dealings. Taking a detour like that without notifyi
