“May I know why my brother is asking about your respiratory function?” She giggles.

If I don’t tell her what happened, she’ll have suspicions and I’ve learned Belle doesn’t stop until she gets not only her answers but her way as well. “Hmm I had a mental breakdown on our way here, that’s why we were a little late. My brain shutdown and focused on one thing, like a core memory that I sort of -may have forgotten how to breathe when it happened.” I confess.

When I think she’ll laugh or ask further questions, she doesn’t, instead she nods and rests her head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry Cami.”...