Page 145 of Love Unscripted
She didn’t know if he knew the truth yet or if he was innocently calling, unaware of the earthquake Simon had just unleashed. But regardless, the call presented her with a choice.
She could answer and pretend nothing had happened—wait for him to find out on his own.
Or she could answer and confess everything, whether he knew or not.
What she wanted most was to run to him, to confess everything and find forgiveness and understanding and comfort in his voice.
But that seemed too good to be true.
Why should Aaron forgive her?
This was yet another thing—another weighty thing—that she had kept from him. Why should he trust her again?
Aaron was good. Loving. Kind. He adored his daughter. He had mourned the loss of his unborn child.
How could a man like that look with love on a woman who had murdered her own?
A woman who had treated her child like some diseased thing to be discarded.
And for what?
For the hope of keeping Simon’s love.
Instead she had ended up hating him—and herself.
The phone rang.
And rang.
And rang.
On the fifth ring she answered.
“Hello?” she asked, her voice thick and heavy with tears.
“Hi, Camille.”
“Hi, Aaron.”
“Are you alright?”
She paused.
“No, Aaron. I’m not.”
“What’s wrong?” His voice was instantly laced with concern.
“I have something to tell you. Please don’t say anything until I’m done. I just want to tell you everything. If you never want to see me again, I’ll understand.”
“Camille—”
“Please, Aaron. Promise me you’ll let me speak uninterrupted.”
A pause.
“Okay, sweetheart. Go on.”
She almost broke at hissweetheart.
