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Camden
I’d known she’d be angry.
I hadn’t known she’d be that angry.
I deserved it. Every word that she had thrown at me. I had done precisely what she had told me not to. It had been out of fear… blind terror, if I was being honest. The sight of her lying on the floor, unconscious, would never leave my mind.
Not that it mattered to her. What mattered was that I had stepped over a line. An unforgivable line in her eyes.
She’d told me the one thing she feared. That she was only beginning to get over because of Jem, and what had I done? At the first sign of a problem, I’d packed her away into an ambulance and sent her to the hospital without a second thought, just like her mother.
She was right to hate me. I couldn’t help her. I wasn’t enough. Nor had I ever been enough.
Now, she
