Clayton closed the door, a shiver still lingering from the cold outside. Matt looked at him with concern. "She doing okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine worry. "She's struggling," Clayton replied with a heavy sigh. "I'm counting the days for this to all be over," Matt admitted somberly, his heart weighed down by the turmoil surrounding them. Clayton nodded in understanding. "I think we all are," he said, acknowledging that they were all trapped in this complicated web of entangled relationships. "This has been a nightmare for all of us," Clayton added, the weariness evident in his voice. He wanted nothing more than to see Camden with that old carefree smile she used to wear. He felt like it was a distant memory now. A myth from a time before.
As they stood in the living room, a
