Kamille's POV
"Fuck that." I muttered under my breath, clenching my fists in frustration. I refused to let their actions dictate my emotions any longer. I had fought too hard to reclaim my life, to let their toxicity poison my spirit.
My phone pinged with another message from Chris jolting my mind back to the present. My heart sank as I read his words, the guilt of not reaching out to him hung heavily on me.
He ran after me at the restaurant but could not find me and has been trying to reach me since. I kept getting distracted one way or the other and had not replied him since then.
I covered Royer with a blanket and made my way back to my bed to reply to Chris's message. As I was about to pick up my phone, I heard Zeke enter the room.