Cameron's POV;
I am agitated and pissed. In fact, those words do not do justice to the rage that I currently feel. Tessa was so upset with me that she pretended to be asleep when I went into her room later last night to check on her. She did that because she didn't want to talk to me.
I took her out to dinner to make her feel better and get her mind off things, and Camila succeeded in ruining that. She got Tessa so worked up and somehow her annoyance was channeled at me too.
I pull up in front of the little, cream-coloured house, and grit my teeth as a heavy trail of memories hits me, but I shake them off and occupy my mind with the sole reason I came here.
Tessa wouldn't talk to me, so I must get my answers somewhere else. I get out of my car and march up the porch. I didn't bring Ezr
