“Cameron…Cameron…”
She could hear the voice trying to wake her. She shook her head and looked up. “What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting up quickly.
“Nothing, chica,” Sonya said, sitting back on her knees. “I thought something was wrong with you. You look like you’ve been crying. I thought maybe you were sick or high again.”
Cam rubbed her eyes and straightened herself in the chair.
“I guess there’s just been too much happening these past few days. That drug must have done something to my emotions. I just had a nervous breakdown. I’ve been crying about everything. I’ve been crying about getting rid of this damned chair!”
“Well, if it means that much to you, we’ll just have to get a couch to match it,” Sonya said as she looked around the nearly empty room.
“Oh, don’t try to cheer me,” Cam
