I drag myself away from him and slip out the door. The sterile tone of the gray carpeting, the white walls, and the commercial lighting are a harsh contrast to the capsule of warmth I just left. This was my world before he crashed into it. Nothing feels the same anymore, nor will it ever again. Maybe Randy did me a favor. I’m going to need a lot of vacation to get Cam out of my system and find the Pete Carver who could tolerate this hellhole without him in my life.
