Camden awoke to the sound of rain gently drumming on the windows. She reached her arm out to Clayton's side of the bed, searching for him, but he wasn't there. Camden sat up, confused and a little cold. She pulled the covers around herself and rubbed her eyes, looking around groggily. She stretched and yawned, trying to wake herself up. Just then, Clayton opened the door and strode in. "Ah, you're up," he said with a smile. "Mmmm..." She groaned, her eyes still sleepy. "We need to talk." Clayton said, his good mood evident. Camden looked up at him, confusion on her face. "Can I wake up first?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep still. "Oh, right, sure," Clayton said with a small apologetic smile. "Can I get you anything?" He asked. "Something to drink, please," she asked, her eyes still
