CHAPTER 44
AFTER ANGER, WHAT'S NEXT?
ALEXANDER
I stood in the doorway of my study, the folder still in my hands, as I watched her walk away.
Her shoulders were shaking as she tried to hide her tears while she hurried away. Camille turned back to me. Her arms were crossed, her jaw set and her eyes fixed on my face with an expression I had not seen since she was fifteen years old, standing in the hallway while her mother packed her bags.
"What was that?" she asked.
Mt.jaw tightened, but no response came out.
"She was crying, Dad. What did–" Camille stopped, shaking her head. "What did she do? What was so bad that you had to talk to her like that?"
"It's nothing." I managed, my voice coming out rough. "It's between me and Isabella."
"It's not nothing." Camille stepped closer. "I saw
