Vincent's POV
I watched Rachel walk out on me as I stood still like a dumb fool. I wanted to explain more to her but somehow I felt that would be worse. I turned and went back inside.
The lift ride up to Camilla's floor was quiet. I stood with my hands in my pockets and looked at the floor numbers changing and thought about how I made Rachel mad today. I had two different women who I was hurting because I couldn’t decide who to please. It was a tough decision.
I wasn't choosing between them. That wasn't what this was. Rachel didn't want to be chosen, she'd made that clear in every conversation we'd had since she'd come back. And Camilla was in a hospital bed because of a conversation that had gone badly on my end, which was as clear a sign as anything that some situations had moved bey
