Camilla
I looked at Michael before reaching for the handle. Only when he nodded did I open the door and get out. I could feel the tension in the air and the uncomfortable angst among my family members.
My parents and others were already there. They were gathered in a few small groups, talking and whispering about the situation.
No doubt they all had different ideas about how to proceed, but we all knew who would make the ultimate decision. I scanned the crowd; I felt pretty confident that I could guess who wanted to storm in and who wanted to back out. Not that any of their opinions really mattered.
"Camilla what are you doing here?" my father demanded. He was headed toward us fast, with my mom on his heels. His face was red already; he’d been arguing with the men who were here.
I took a deep breath and tried to control my anger.