I didn’t expect to unload all of this on Camille, but now that I’ve started, I realize I want to talk about my mom with her. I want to talk about Mom with someone. I’ve kept it all bottled up, and all that’s done is get me into trouble. Camille’s blue eyes search mine. I stare right back at her, wishing I could get into that mind of hers. I’ve loved the last few days with her, but I also feel like I’ve been walking on eggshells the whole time. I want to soak in every second of her looking at me with a warmth I’ve never seen before. I don’t ever want to have to give up being able to touch her
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