Camden stared at Clayton, waiting for some kind of response, but there was none. "Did you hear me?" she whispered, her voice wavering with uncertainty. "I heard you," he whispered back, his voice laced with pain. "I just need a moment," he added thoughtfully, turning away from her to face the fire. "I'm sorry," she whispered once more. Her guilt and shame almost palpable. "When?" he probed. "Just now? Is that why things were so weird?" "No. While I was at the medical centre and things between you and I were even more of a wreck than they are now," she explained, as if somehow trying to defend her actions. Clayton took the information in with a nod and a deep breath. "How many times?" he asked nervously, pressing his hands together and interlocking his fingers, almost as if in prayer. "Twic
