But I don’t hate Camille. I respected her when she was tough and wouldn’t give in to anyone. And now I feel confused and almost humbled that after all this time when she finally opened up to somebody . . . it was me. I don’t deserve it. I’m not kind. I’m not understanding. But . . . I want to deserve it. I want to be a safe haven for her. Even if I don’t exactly know how to do that.
