It was as she was rushed too; Camille felt her brain was on a seesaw of hot and cold. Body also on the fritz as she felt weird aches and pains she hadn’t had before, Camille’s craving for meat went up. Not able to sleep, Camille was on run mode for the next two days.
“You alright darling? You seem a little…hyped up?” Tabatha’s words made Camille be insecurely self aware to her fidgeting and spacing out. Embarrassed. Camille nodded quickly as she sat down but her leg bounced, “yeah, I think my anxiety is just up. I’m…dealing with stuff.” Stuff being a certain detective getting in contact with her therapist and her therapist having no choice but to tell her client what she knew.
It was now as she pondered said information, Camille felt like throwing up as more stress seemed to add to her
