63 CHARLOTTE MILLER
November 15
Cameron had returned none of my calls or text messages. Even if he wasn’t ready to talk, I just wanted to know he was OK. I decided the best thing to do was to stop by for a wellness check, so I picked up some lunch and headed to his house. When I arrived, there were two police vehicles parked in the driveway, one of which was Cameron’s. I parked on the road.
Balancing two coffee cups in one hand and a bag containing two chicken salad sandwiches in the other, I walked to the house, rehearsing what I would say to Cameron once he opened the door. “I’m so sorry about what you are going through. The media are treating you unfairly. I know things went a little fast between us, but I’m here to support you. If you want to talk, we can, but there’s no pressure. I
