“I’m so sorry.” Camille whispered, feeling sick. But Talia didn’t want another f*****g sorry. Neither did Julie and Becca, to be honest. But they were softer about it as the fiery heart snapped, “We don’t want an apology for something you didn’t do. We want your help in making sure that rat faced f**k never sees the light of day unless it’s on a prison yard for the next ten to twelve years.”
Camille didn’t wilt or cry as Julie hissed to Talia to take a breather, “She’s not the one you should be snapping at and not in her condition!” Talia’s jaw wobbled and Camille saw nothing but strength trying to push through pain. Seeing the woman she clearly knew had been strong all her life feeling hurt, Camille didn’t feel attacked by her. Just the shared frustration of some tool trying to take wha
