Cameron led me into the storage room, where dozens of neatly wrapped gift boxes had been stacked from floor to ceiling.He picked up a brand-new pair of earrings and pressed them into my hand before eagerly opening the other boxes one by one, explaining which ones were the gifts he'd bought to make up for all the years he'd neglected me.I dropped the earrings, and the tiny pieces of jewelry rolled straight into the back of the cabinet."I had those custom-made for you." Cameron dropped to the floor in a panic, reaching into the narrow gap to fish them out.I shook my head. "Once something is lost, finding another one doesn't make it the same thing."He still refused to give up, reaching deeper into the gap until his hand came back covered in dust."I'll have another pair made. I'll make them the same as the original," he insisted.I was speechless. If I hadn't needed to finish the divorce, I wouldn't have bothered going through any of this with him.It was obvious what he was
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