Sara

Jaxon and I sat in an uneasy silence. Dana tapped her foot against the ground and seemed just as awkwardly uncomfortable. I fiddled with the spoon in my teacup.

"Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you and Camilla if there’s trouble. I can stay with Camilla. I can help," Dana offered.

I resisted the urge to scoff. She had proven the night before with all her crying and cowering just how much ‘help’ she could be. I couldn’t blame her. I ...