Page 103 of Love Unscripted
And when she walked into the room—he didn’t look up.
He didn’t rise to greet her. Didn’t smile. Didn’t cross the room in that eager way he always did.
He just sat there. Staring at the floor.
She walked toward him anyway. When she stopped in front of him, he finally lifted his eyes.
Not his head. Just his eyes.
The hurt in them. The anger.
It almost stole her breath.
She stopped short. Took an involuntary step back.
He said nothing.
Her mother, oblivious until now, seemed to feel the shift. Her gaze darted between them.
Camille had no idea how long the silence lasted.
She knew he knew.
She didn’t know how he knew but she knew he knew.
She didn’t want to ask. Didn’t want to give it shape. Didn’t want to give it sound.
But her stomach churned with the truth.
She couldn’t bear the silence.
It was suffocating.
She had to say something.
“Umm. Are you ready to go?” she squeaked.
He didn’t take his eyes off her.
But he spoke to her mother.
“Rita, I’d like to have a word in private with Camille, please.”
Her mother eagerly obliged. “Of course. I was actually leaving. I have a lunch date,” she added with a laugh.
She kissed Camille’s cheek. “See you later, sweetie. We’ll discuss the script later. Nice meeting you,” she said to Aaron.
“Likewise,” he replied still looking at Camille.
The door closed with a soft click.
Camille swallowed as she lowered herself beside him, unshouldering her handbag.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“What’s wrong?” He ran a hand through his hair and rose to his feet. “Everything’s wrong.”
She shook her head. “What’s going on?”
