Sireen’s POV
Me: [Cam, where are you? You should have been here twenty minutes ago and I need to tell you what happened last night. IN PERSON.]
I hit send and drop my phone on the small vanity table three feet away from my bed before sitting down and picking up a comb to brush my hair out.
Taking my red head of hair in, I tell myself that I don’t know why I bother with taking care of it since I’ve already cut it short. It looks like I angrily used a blunt knife to axe it off…which I did just before the session started, so no matter how much manipulation I do to it, my hair still looks unkempt. I guess it adds to the narrative about me being crazy, so I drop the brush and check my text thread with Camilla.
She replies with a simple ‘coming’, but I stare at the word like it’s a page long
