“f**k, f**k, f**k,” her heart racing as anxiety made her stress hit ten, Camille was ready to throw up. Again.
Picking up her bag remembering she’d packed everything Mrs. Tomsen made her; Camille didn’t even think she remembered how to take them. But as she naturally picked up a small red vial of something and tipped it over onto her fingertip. Camille put the small drop on the roof of her mouth, knowing too much would make her drowsy.
Drinking the homemade tea Mrs. Tomsen had also made, Camille felt better in seconds. Breathing out she wiggled her fingers to get the tingling to stop.
With a nervous cold sweat on her brow, Camille finally got out of the car and was surprised when she got a hug. “Hey sis!” Seeing the handsome Cooper, Camille beamed, “Hey handsome, how’s it been?” Shrug
