172: Gathering These Thoughts

Camilla Samantha looked at me through tear-streaked eyes, her guise cracking. “I just wanted to..... never.” "Never mind?" My frustration deepened. “So, you thought dragging Drake into this mess was a great thing, huh? That’s messed up. You need to fix this and stop creating chaos.” She just cried, her shoulders shaking. I wanted answers, but it was clear she was too lost in her misery to offer any real explanation. “Well,” I said, stepping back. “You need to figure things out and stop with the games. The last thing any of us need right now is more drama. Just... think carefully about what you’re doing.” With that, I turned away, trying to gather my thoughts and find some pose of amity as this holy mess still surrounded me. It was clear that the night was far from over, and I had a lot going on in my head. I headed upstairs, my mind a jumbled mess of thoughts. When I reached my room, Ella was standing in the hallway. She looked at me with concern. “What’s going on?” she asked.