Chapter 8
The days stretched one into another and Cam lost track of time. Sitting at the table, during dinner, with the other three, was almost a chore. She ached. She was black and blue. She was tired. Tired physically. Tired mentally. Tired emotionally. As Charlie, Michael, and Maggie cheerfully chatted, Cam could only push the food around her plate, taking small bites that tasted good, but she was too tired to complete the whole chewing process.
Cam felt like she was making progress with the Judo, Jujitsu and other martial arts moves that Michael was teaching. She knew that Michael was still not fully reacting to her moves, but she was growing more confident and knew that Michael had to use more and more countermoves to thwart her. Cam felt confident, however, that by the end of this
