Angelo pov

I felt dizzy in my way to that camp, I couldn’t drive anymore. I was going to crash into other cars. I started to sweat, even my palms sweating. Nathan gasped worriedly “dad, stop the car. You look sick.”

I halted the car next to the pavement. And pulled a water bottle from the back seat, I washed my face and tried to inhale and exhale slowly until I came back to normal.

I pulled my son to my chest and kissed his head “it’s okay, I’m better now.”

And then he snapped his fingers ``we can camp in your garden.'' The idea was really good. After all,...