Chapter 10Cameron had texted his father to let him know that he would be home past curfew. He also promised to have an explanation for why when he returned. It was a quarter after eleven when he made it through the door, which was considerably late for him. His thoughts drifted to Keller, as they so often did. He was always so strong and capable. Keller wanted people to believe he could do everything on his own, but everyone needs someone to take care of them sometimes. Cameron hoped he was worthy to be that person for Keller.
He took a determined breath and ran upstairs to grab an envelope off his dresser. Cameron returned to the main floor and stood outside his father’s study. He lightly tapped on the door.
He could hear a gruff voice say, “Come in,” through the thick oak slab.
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