61-She’s Gone.

The early morning sun streamed through the large windows of Camille’s office, casting a bright light on the window.

This has always been her favorite thing to watch Yet today, that warmth felt suffocating, not after her father had said those words last night.

‘How could he ask me to marry someone else?” Her voice was below a whisper.

Camille eyes ran to the wristwatch ‘10:30?’ She mumbled and pulled out her phone to reach out to Kate.

She went back to her seat, “She should have gotten here by now, isn’t it?” She dialed her number.

“Come on, pick up,” she muttered to herself, tapping her fingers...