If I had merely been shedding silent tears before, then now—spurred on by Cameron’s words—I completely broke down.
I sobbed so hard it felt like the world was collapsing around me. I no longer cared about appearances, nor about the strength and resilience I usually showed in front of Cameron.
At that moment, I was like a stray dog with nothing left. The kind of despair that could end civilizations seemed to be pouring out of me—and it made Cameron deeply uncomfortable.
“Linda, can you stop crying? Will crying bring your husband back? What are you planning to do next?”
Cameron’s voice wasn’t angry at my grief, but rather at my helplessness. It was a side of me that felt completely foreign to him, and somehow, that irritated him more than anything.
I was momentarily stunned. Then, witho
