“You don’t have to…” There’s a softness to his voice, his words trailing off. I nod, letting out a shaky breath. I have to tell him. We’ve made it this far. My tears make it obvious that there’s more to what he already knows. I might as well tell him the rest. “A few months ago,” I begin, trying to swallow the lump in my throat that makes my words come out shaky, “my mom passed away all of a sudden. She had a heart attack in the middle of the night.” Camden’s body freezes, the rough, calloused pad of his thumb still on my cheekbone. He’s silent, and I don’t hold it against him. At least he
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