Chapter 90: The Reunion

"I hate you, Clayton," Camden said between sobs. He looked at her, his expression softening as he gently pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her protectively. "I know," he said sadly, "And I deserve it." He held her tightly, his mind racing back in time to a similar moment. In the cabin after she'd told him about that bastard, Brett Jordan. But this time, Brett wasn't the bastard, it was him. He'd done this to her. He was so wracked with guilt and shame he wasn't sure how he could possibly expect her to even consider forgiving him. Camden sobbed in the same hopeless way she had when he had first found her in the woods. It felt like a lifetime ago now. "I'm so sorry, Cam," he said as he leaned in and kissed the top of her head. "Your hair is a mess," he mumbled with a chuckle, his lips still pressed against her hair. "I know," she replied, hiccuping. "They didn't have shampoo or conditioner," she groaned, continuing to cry, as if her hair were as much to blame for her anger