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BROOKLYN
Before Camden even made it back to my house, I beat him there. Jason dropped me off and went back to the bar so he could help Mason. I waited in the dark on the front porch and watched him as he went straight to the pond and washed his hands. I was about to say something when his phone rang. Instead, I hung back in the shadows and listened to him talk to Gabriella Reynolds. She was his friend and judging by the way they talked, they seemed really close. I hated to think what he would be like if everyone in his life turned against him.
Now that I had spoken, he knew I was there. But he wouldn’t turn around. My chest hurt when his shoulders slumped and I could feel the tension and despair pouring off of him. I didn’t know if I should move closer or give him his space. He was a
