Chapter 81: An Old Rival
Sedona's POV
He looked up, and his eyes were wet, which was something I'd seen from Cameron Preston approximately three times in my entire life. He was someone that rarely cries, not even when his legs were broken at 14 or when his best friend died of leukemia. It was a rare occurrence, and this was one of those rare moments.
"I don't have anything to say. I just—" He stopped. "I need a minute."
"Take it."
He took it, and the rest of us gave it to him, because that was the thing about family, you allow them to process it and you do not push.
After a while, he sat back in the chair and looked at me with an expression that was complicated in a way I couldn't entirely read. But underneath the happiness, something else was present, he looked troubled about somet
