BRENT'S POINT OF VIEW
I had one job.
One f*****g job.
And I ruined it.
All I had to do was stay with Cami, make her happy, do whatever it is that husbands do to keep their wives smiling, and try by all means to make a baby or two.
But I couldn't.
I suck at literally everything.
"Hey," Krystal calls quietly as she places a hand on my shoulder. "Camille won't tell Max. We weren't doing anything wrong. Don't look so worried."
I shrug her hand away.
"I'm not worried about your brother."
"If you're wise, you should be. You know how he is with Renee and myself. Sam said that Max has been looking for me. If he finds out that you knew where I was the entire time-"
"Krystal?"
She blinks, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
"Yeah?"
"Please stop talking. Why are you even
