Little Boy

(Camilla’s POV) "We can explain, Nona," Kalel said, moving his hand forward to take one step closer, but Becky shifted back. The moment those words escaped Kalel's lips, color drained out of Becky's face as much as she tried to contain it. She just stood there, wide eyes filled with shock and hurt as the reality of our betrayal dawned upon her. Her eyes flew to me with a shadow of disappointment than anything else. I didn't want this to happen. How could I have not seen this coming? What was I thinking when I agreed on being a fake fiancée for Kalel? My heart plunged down like a heavy boulder in my chest. Before I could utter a word, Becky wheeled and walked out of the room-the door ominously closed behind her, burying whatever was left between them into silence. "Becky, wait!" I called after her, instinctively taking a step toward the door. But Kalel's hand gently grasped my arm, stopping me in my tracks. "No, Camilla," he said softly, his voice tinged with sadness. "I should be the o