Cynthia’s POV
“Keep your voice down!” Michelle said harshly.
Michelle turned to continue picking up what she had dropped on the floor. I took a shocked step backwards.
“What are those tablets for?” I asked her.
“My anxiety,” Michelle answered simply.
I let out a disappointed sigh, not because she had anxiety but because she was acting like an addict with the way she was trying to blow off the dirt from the pills.
“Stop,” I said to her.
Michelle didn’t listen to me but instead continued to blow on the pills before putting them back into their container. The container wasn’t labelled, so I was sure that she had probably not gotten the medication from a doctor.
Michelle was self-medicating, and if they were what I thought they were, I knew it wasn’t good.
I sighed before moving tow
