Chapter Eleven
CAMERON
DAY 6
Staring at the vase of roses on the dresser, I wait to feel something. Anything.
I was tempted to throw them out yesterday, but the flowers are beautiful, and I would have felt bad for tossing them. Not because of who sent them, but because it seemed like a waste of a perfect bouquet. I didn’t want to upset Eli further, so I brought them to my room
Zane has always showered me with gifts, and I was too blind to see the reason behind them. They’d make me so happy, knowing he thought of me enough to send something so pretty, and I’d forget whatever problems we were having. Then another issue would come up, he’d buy me something else, and the cycle would repeat.
I’m an i***t for not realizing this sooner and allowing this nonsense to happen for as long as it
