Chapter 13What had he been thinking? Stupid, stupid, stupid! Of course, he would f**k everything up; it was his signature move. Did he really expect this to be different?
Cameron had looked utterly humiliated. At least he had taken the letter. Keller prayed he would read it and believe what he’d painstakingly written. He had at least ten drafts, currently crumpled on his bed. Nothing had sounded quite right. Cameron had always been a sounding board for him, and his thoughts had seemed jumbled and chaotic since they’d stopped talking.
Keller had felt his own heart tearing along with the tickets to New York, but they weren’t nearly as important as the letter. The money didn’t mean anything; what he needed was forgiveness.
Keller tried calling Cameron, but it immediately went to voicemail.
