She smelt something coming from inside her sister’s room, and that made her ever more concerned. She tried to listen in on her conversation, but only heard part of it.

”... So you just…. and then… she said that…. and Camille was trying to….. and she almost got it out of my bag.”

Camille knocked on her sister’s bedroom door. She turned the knob.

“Open the door!” she yelled to her sister.

“I’m coming, godd. Anxious muchh?”

“Soo. What are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

“Uhh… who are you to tell me when to go to bed? That’s mom’s job.. and where is she?? Not here? Thought so.”

Camille felt like she had just been slapped.