She walked toward him slowly.Bridges was against the SUV, Cameron's hand still loosely at his collar, the situation suspended in the particular way of things that have not yet resolved in either direction. She kept her eyes on Cameron's back. She did not look at Bridges."Step back," she said to Cameron. Quietly. Not a command. Something between a request and a fact.He did not move.She came around to his side — not behind him, not in front, beside him — so he could see her in his peripheral vision without having to choose to look at her."He's not worth the version of you that does this," she said."Don't," Cameron said. His voice was low and flat. "Don't give me the speech about what he's worth.""I'm not talking about him," she said. "I'm talking about you."Silence.Bridges had the sense — she gave him credit for it — not to speak.---"Maya died chasing the story," she said. "You know why she did it. Not for the byline. Not for the outlet. Because she believed that telling the
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