"Speaker phone." I order when the call goes through, and Brent hesitates before he presses the button on the steering wheel. He holds his face between his hands and lets out a desperate sigh.
Seeing him on the verge of a mental breakdown gives me more joy than it should. I mean, I've been there, and it sucked, so I feel good seeing Brent go through the same s**t he put me through. He appears to be so f****d.
And that's exactly how I want him.
Fucked.
A moment later, Clay's voice comes through.
"Brent?"
Brent glances at me, and when I raise an eyebrow, he clears his throat.
"We're done."
"Excuse me?"
"Clay, I'm sorry. I can't see you anymore."
"Why, what? Are you kidding me? Is this about Camille?"
"Clay-"
"Don't Clay me. Just tell me what the f**k is going on!!"
"I...I c
