didn’t even have the grace to look ashamed. She simply shrugged, tossing her hair over her shoulder as if she had done nothing more than spill a glass of water on a rug.
“Oh, relax,” Camila said, rolling her eyes. “It’s only water. You act like I set it on fire. If it means that much to her, she can just fish it out and dry it off. It’s not a big deal.” The callousness of her words felt like a physical blow. She was standing in the wreckage of
