Karina's P O V Camille had just walked in, arms loaded with groceries.I want to output the moment I tell myself say, oh no, you want to get my next level. This space not due for months. I don't have to be months in it.When her phone started ringing.She managed to juggle the bags onto one hip and answer with a distracted hello.Moments later, she turned to me, her expression tight with worry. My mom hurt her back. I need to go. She said, the words rushing out as she dropped the grocery bags onto the counter with a thud.From my spot on the couch, I waved a hand dismissively. Go, it's okay, really, I said, offering a small smile.I'll be fine. I'll just order some takeout. Go take care of your mom. She hesitated, her eyes scanning me, as if she wasn't convinced.Text me if you so much as sneeze, you hear me. She insisted, already wrestling with her shoes, her purse dangling from her arm.She looked torn, caught between wanting to stay and needing to leave. I will, I pro
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