CHAPTER EIGHT

Cars sped on the highway with reckless abandon, and my eyes followed them. In my mind, we were playing a game—one that I had created and was yet to give a name to—and I would follow their light as they sped by, and they would help keep my eyes from straying to Cameron’s face.

I could not bear to see the look of pity on his face after the story that I had told him. The story of how I got to be in this situation, of how I lost everything and, on top of that, became a mother to two children,.

Cameron was yet to speak. What could he say? What could he do that would change the course of events that occurred just after our college years? There was nothing for any of us to say, and we just sat there and watched the road. The food he had ordered was sitting between us, cold and untouched.

“I’m sorry, Lana.” He started. “You had to go through all of this.”

I smiled sadly, but my eyes remained on the road. “Everyone has had their share of life, I’m sure.” I replied.

He took my hand, which r