Page 58 of Love Unscripted
“He’s shown up at my house before. And now he’s started going through my parents.”
Emotion caught in her throat.
“My father came by today,” she admitted softly. “Simon sent a message through him.”
Understanding flickered across Aaron’s face.
“That’s why you seemed distracted earlier.”
She nodded, blinking quickly as tears gathered in her eyes.
He leaned forward instinctively, concern overtaking everything else.
“Camille, this is harassment.”
“I know.” Her voice trembled. “But he’s careful. Too careful. There’s never enough proof. Different phones. Deleted messages. Everything indirect enough that I sound dramatic trying to explain it.”
“You do not sound dramatic.”
The firmness in his voice made her finally look at him.
He reached for her hands slowly this time, giving her room to pull away if she wanted.
She didn’t.
His fingers closed gently around hers, grounding rather than possessive.
For a moment he said nothing at all.
Then quietly, almost reverently, he prayed.
Not theatrically. Not as performance.
Just steady words woven with Scripture—asking for God’s protection, wisdom, peace, and nearness.
By the time he finished, tears had slipped silently down her cheeks.
Neither of them moved immediately.
Finally, he exhaled softly. “I’m sorry you’ve been carrying this alone.”
Camille shook her head faintly. “I think I’ve spent so long trying to minimize it that I stopped being honest with myself about how much it’s affecting me.”
Reluctantly, he loosened his hold on her hands, though his gaze never left hers.
She stared down at the tablecloth for a moment before asking quietly, “How do you forgive someone and still protect yourself?”
Aaron was silent briefly before answering.
“I think forgiveness and wisdom usually have to walk together,” he said gently. “God never asks you to pretend evil isn’t evil.”
“I wasn’t only talking about Simon. I was thinking about my father too.”
“Oh.”
She smiled faintly.
At that moment the waiter asked if they would like dessert.
