Liana Pov
The minute the car pulled into the school parking area, I started unbuckling the belt. My heart pounded, my entire body tense with anxiety. I didn't let the driver look for an actual parking space. I opened the door roughly and sped down the path, heels clicking madly on the sidewalk. Mum caught up quickly behind, anxiety carved heavily on her face. The receptionist barely had time to utter a word before I sped past and stood in front of the principal's door.
And there she was. Cam was seated on the bench outside the door, her backpack untidy at her feet. Her eyes were glassy, lips quivering slightly, and her hands clasping a crumpled tissue. My baby. My sweet, clever girl was lost and hurt.
"Cam," I breathed, going down on my knees before her. Her head popped up. The moment s
