[The church offers little in the way of comfort, but it is a closed door. That's all Camille needs.
The glowing words died down the second she entered, as though sensing they would be thwarted. Her breathing slows. She leans against the door with both hands, regaining her calm.
Then she turns and finds a whole ass man is there.]
WEEK 0: Monday
The glowing words died down the second she entered, as though sensing they would be thwarted. Her breathing slows. She leans against the door with both hands, regaining her calm.
Then she turns and finds a whole ass man is there.]
...Hey.