~ Camelia POV ~

I was stretched out on the couch, shoving potato chips into my mouth while trying to focus on the romcom playing on the TV. It had already proven to be a distraction since I turned it on.

I shifted my attention more to what was happening on the screen than to the thoughts running through my mind, when the sound of the front door clicking open cut through the room.

I picked up the remote and lowered the volume, turning my head as Becca walked into the apartment. Her shoulders were slumped, and her face looked exhausted.

"That was a stressful day," she muttered as she...