—MICHELE—
I’d thrown on a grey t-shirt and black tack suit bottoms once I got to my room. I glanced at myself in the mirror to make sure I looked half decent and ran my fingers through my damp hair to style it. Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I headed to the office to see what Danielle wanted.
I entered with a spring in my step from my steamy shower with Amelia. It had put me in a good mood which was short lived when I saw Danielle sitting in front of my desk with tears in her eyes. I went over and leant against the desk so she was in front of me. I grabbed the box of tissues and handed her one.
“What’s going on Danielle?” I asked as kindly as I could.
“I’m scared Michele” she sniffed and wiped her tears with the tissue.
“Scared, of what?”
“I found this on my bed when I
