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Katherine
Candice droned on and on and on about her s*x therapy work. My ears were going to start bleeding. Elizabeth had excused herself from the conversation, but somehow, Harmony and I had been roped into staying and listening to her.
I’d pulled my phone out after Camden disappeared and started texting Lark with an SOS. She had responded with a picture of the sunset on the water and the message:
Merry Christmas Eve! See you tomorrow. Love you!
The rest of the conversation was her sending me picture after picture of all of my friends having the time of their lives while I was stuck… here. She could have at least had the decency to call and help me get out of here. Not that I could leave without Camden. Well, I could… but I wouldn’t.
Footsteps down the hallway indicated someone wa
