Lonely.

Camille's POV 

I had no idea how long I stood before Megan, replaying her words over and over in my head.  

"Why?" I managed to croak.  

She shrugged, avoiding my gaze. "There's something I have to attend to at home." 

I nodded. It was fine. She probably wanted to check on her parents and see how they were doing or something.  

I couldn't remember the last time Megan had traveled down to see them. She was always there. Always around.  

"When will you be back?" I asked, turning around so I could pack my few things for the trip.  

Megan remained quiet, and I glanced over my shoulder to see her staring at her shoes.  

That nagging feeling was back.  

Something was not right.  

"Megan?" I called, facing he