Even while sitting in her apartment, Ethan couldn’t stop thinking about the fight.
The look in Camilla’s eyes when he dismissed her fears haunted him like a ghost. He could still hear her voice, tight with emotion, telling him she was scared. And what had he done? He’d lashed out, made her feel small for having doubts when all she had ever done was love him.
He had spent the last few days in agony, caught between his own guilt and the gnawing fear that he had finally pushed her away for good. She hadn’t answered his calls or texts. He had driven by the bookstore, but she never came outside. Even when he went to her apartment, she didn’t answer the door.
She was shutting him out.
Panic clawed at his chest. He wasn’t used to feeling this helpless, but with Camilla, he couldn’t afford to
