Camila grew restless as days dragged on. The nights were longer, lonelier and no matter how exhausted she was, reprieve was but a distant lover. Its affections were widely sporadic, rare, nearly unfathomable some nights when the world was quiet and her thoughts were wild, feral and free to roam without bounds.
Her body yearned to be with another; specific of that warmth, that scent and when she couldn't take it anymore, she threw caution to the wind and raced to be in Lauren's arms.
She was done apologizing for feeling even if she was always forgiven.
And when she found her husband leaning against his car, she simply surrendered to reality – an amendable prisoner accepting her fate. She figured it was inevitable, the unravelling of a well-kept secret and a woman like Lauren was never me
