Cameron showed up at the hospital three days later.
The nurse paged Izzy first, asking if she wanted a visitor named Cameron Hayes. Izzy's stomach dropped.
"No," she said immediately.
"He says it's important. That he's an old friend."
"Tell him to leave."
Five minutes later, her phone buzzed. Cameron's number, blocked for months, is somehow coming through.
*I know you don't want to see me. But I have the information you need. About Alex's mother.*
Izzy stared at the message.
She should delete it. Block him again. Tell Alex.
Instead, she texted back: *What information?*
The reply came instantly: *Not over text. Five minutes. That's all I'm asking.*
Against every instinct, Izzy told the nurse to send him in.
Cameron looked different. Cleaner, sharper. The perpetual stubble was go
