Camilla:I’m nervous as hell.Is this where I imagined myself at thirty? Sitting in the car while controlling my breathing because I am about to step into the orphanage I spent my little years in. This just doesn’t seem fair.“Deep breaths,” I tell myself, like it will make it all better. After much debating and crying over ice-cream and wine each day, I have finally decided to summon the courage to really dig deep into my real family.All my life, I felt as though I really had to belong somewhere in order to fit in. Is that true? I guess I will never know. My chest is tight with anxiety, my hands are trembling and I don’t know where my damn phone is so I can play some freaking white noise to calm me down.I hear two gentle rasps on my car window, and when I look, I see Nico, his hand flickering against a lighter.“What’s up, queen?” he asks with a tilt on his lips. I exhale in relief. “You came.”I open the door, and come out of the car.“I told you I’d come, right?” he answers. Ove
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