Tears welled up in my eyes, utterly shattering the tough-girl image I’d always kept—and that made Cameron’s heart twitch involuntarily.
He was used to me being fierce and decisive, always charging headfirst into any situation. But seeing me like this—crushed, exposed—he couldn’t bear it. He wanted to say it was for my own good, that divorce might be a blessing in disguise… but in the end, he was my best friend, and he just couldn’t walk away.
“Fine. Tell me what to do. I’ll help you,” he said at last.
I released my grip on his shirt. The overwhelming grief that had wrapped itself around me was suffocating. I was someone who demanded to be seen, to be known, to exist brightly—but now that dazzling sense of presence was buried beneath sorrow. Even Cameron looked like he was about to spira
