"What time does your sister get off work?"
"Usually it's six or seven o'clock if she has to take stock of goods in the warehouse."
"Okay. We have about two hours.”
“Excuse me, we?” Cammila asked skeptically.
“There is no more we. You're on your own. I have nothing to do with your business. So, take me home, and then it's up to you how you meet Avery."
"Are you still angry because of our argument yesterday?"
“I'm mad at you for everything. Not just because of our argument yesterday."
“I want the best for you. For your safety and our child's safety, I want you to stop working at the club.”
“Who do you think you are? How dare you control my life? This child is my responsibility,” Cammila hugged her stomach defensively.
They had only left the campus parking lot for five minutes, and t
