After going to the pharmacy for the pills, pregnancy tests just to be sure and a refill of my favorite watermelon sweets, we leave for camp and for two hours I enjoy the company of Patricia, the coolest woman I've met apart from myself. I mean, my mom is pretty cool too, but... she's my mom. I can't talk to her like I'm talking to Paty. We can't joke about men finishing earlier than we'd like.
“Well, here we are...” Paty mutters, but suddenly I don't hear anything she says anymore because I see my father standing in the middle of the camp next to the General and other men and my heart stops.
This is bad. This means that my father knows what I did.
And he's obviously not happy about it.
“Oh no,” I whisper and I start crying immediately, letting go of the bag because I'd rather walk tow
