CAMILLA
“What do you think they are doing in there?” I asked Henry, who had been pacing non-stop. He paused for a second, glanced at me as if it were the first time noticing my presence, and resumed his agitated walk. “Come on, she can't be that bad.” Even as the careless words fell off my lips, I knew that woman was something to reckon with. But weirdly enough, I am not scared. I know Leo will have my back. “Henry!” His silence was more daunting than Leo's mum.
“What?” He spat.
“Stop pacing,” I growled right back. “It's giving me a headache.” He stopped, sighing, and run his palm down his face in frustration. I could see the man felt helpless. And guilty. I have known him for quite some time now, but I haven't seen him this bothered. Almost scared. “What's the worst she can do?” I
