Shane removed Cammila's arm from his chest slowly so as not to disturb her sound sleep. He rubbed his face roughly to get rid of the sleep that still hung in his eyes. The clock still showed three o'clock. He got out of bed and put on his pajama pants which Cammila had thrown away a few hours ago and fell under her dressing table.
His cell phone was still ringing noisily on the sofa. That was the reason why he decided to get up from Cammila’s warm bed, because he was worried that the sound of his cell phone ringing would disturb Cammila's sleep.
"What's wrong, Ben?"
“Sir, I have bad news.”
"What is it?"
Shane was starting to get used to bad news since his parents died. He realized that good and bad things always go hand in hand in the world. He couldn't live with only the good things
