He got in the driver's side and sat there for a moment, not starting the car. Just looking at me with concern written all over his face.
"Camilla," he said gently. "It's okay. Don't let her get to you."
I looked up at him, my eyes still wet. "I just don't understand what I did wrong. I've tried so hard to be respectful, to honor Wyatt's memory—"
"You didn't do anything wrong," Vincent said firmly. "My mother is... she's being unreasonable. I don't know what's gotten into her, but this isn't about you. It's about her own issues."
I nodded, sniffling slightly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be falling apart like this."
"You have every right to be upset." He reached over and squeezed my hand. "But listen—we're still going to that ski resort. We're going to get away from all this drama and have
