CAMILLA
“Where is Max?” He asked next after his first question was met with silence. I ignored him once again, not only because I wanted him gone, but because my voice was also too raspy to mumble anything audible. But he wasn't budging. Instead, he switched to our mind link. “Please talk to me, baby.” I blinked back tears, wishing they would just stop flowing already. The pain I was feeling is something I would never wish on anyone. He probably realized I wasn't to be answering him any time soon because, with a frustrated sigh, he sat on the edge of my bed and stretched his hands wide open. I quickly scrambled into his hold, letting all. My sorrows out, knowing that someone is there to catch me. And boy, did I cry!
For a long time, we sat with my father holding me tightly while running
