Camela's Point of View
"Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling?" Kathleen asked as I walked out into the kitchen after taking a shower
Blake had told me that he and his father had some stuff they needed to take care of for one of the clients and asked if I minded if Blair and his mom kept me company while he was gone. Of course, I told him I didn't mind.
"I am fine," I lied. I was still shaken up about everything that happened last night. I not only lost my home, but most of my memories were in that house. I was thankful I had left some of our family photos, and other things of my mom's at our old home, or we wouldn't have anything left.
Kathleen placed a plate of bacon, sausage, eggs, and a biscuit in front of me.
"I know it is a little late for breakfast, but I decided to cook it anyw
