Chapter 83

Elizabeth's POV I looked up from my phone at the same time that Melissa looked up from hers. We were both looking at Callie, who was humming to herself as she painted her nails. “Okay, I know you said you’re fine, but I think there’s something you’re not telling us,” Melissa voiced. “And that’s fine. You don’t have to tell us everything… But I don’t want you to pretend to be okay when you’re really not.” “I am fine,” Callie insisted. She raised her nails proudly. “Look, I’m getting better at nail art.” “That’s pretty, Cals, but you know that’s not what I’m talking about.” Callie waved her off and reached for my hands. “I’ll do your nails next.” “I don’t wear nail polish,” I said as she inspected my chewed down cuticles. “You don’t wear it because you don’t want to stop chewing on your nails,” she huffed. “I’ll paint them for you, so relax your hand. This way, you’ll stop biting them.”