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I chased Cameron up the stairs.
“I hate this place!”
“Cameron, don’t say that. Let’s go back to the wedding.”
“No. I don’t want to.” He yanked off his dress shirt and threw it in the corner of the room.
“Cameron!”
He ignored me and kicked his shoes on top of his shirt, then tore the rest of his clothes off.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to go home.”
Going home was not the problem. “Cameron, I thought you liked Sebastian.”
“I hate him. He made you not love Daddy anymore.”
“No, honey, Sebastian had nothing to do with that.”
“But you were married to Daddy, and now he’s kissing you. He shouldn’t be allowed to kiss you.”
I sighed heavily and tried to figure out a way to explain the situation to him. He always seemed to understand, but understanding and witnessing a change were d
