Chapter 227: The Scars

Clayton wasn't sure what to do. They'd worked through this before, but having it all laid bare like this once again was like ripping the old scar open and painstakingly massaging a bag of coarse salt into it. He wanted to scoop her up in his arms and run away with her, taking her somewhere quiet and green and beautiful, as if they could outrun the pain of the past that always seemed hot on their heels. He wanted to promise her the world, as if delivering it could somehow erase the mistakes he had made. He wanted to make it right, but nothing he could do now could ever undo what had been done. The reality was cold and painful and bitter, but inescapable. Had it not been for Matt sitting there, watching the exchange with wide eyes, he was certain he would have broken down completely and wept like a child. The silence stretched on until Camden finally whispered, "So now you know the truth," wiping her tearstained cheeks with a tissue before abruptly standing up, shaking the two men off of