Chapter 73 Camillia
- “Oh my god.” Wendy ushers me into the apartment, pulling my bag off my shoulder. “Avery!” she yells into the living room, then turns to me. “What happened?”
- I sniffle, too ashamed to say the words. I can only shake my head, mute.
- “Did he hurt you?” Avery clatters into the hallway behind Wendy, her blonde hair scraped into a French braid. The two of them are puffed up, ready to pick a fight.