Camden had endured a restless and troubling night, her thoughts and the weight of the previous day's events preventing her from finding any solace in sleep. As she woke up, she discovered that Clayton was already in the shower. The strain in their relationship weighed heavily on her. She curled up into a ball wishing she would never wake up and wouldn't have to deal with this. Eventually, Clayton emerged from the shower, a towel loosely wrapped around his hips as he rummaged through the cupboard for clothes. "Morning," Camden greeted him, hopeful that things would be better for them this morning. "Morning," he replied with indifference, his tone devoid of warmth. Camden's heart sank further, feeling the growing distance between them. She didn't know what to do to fix this. She would break
