“You got together with him as some kind of game. You thought my dad was cute, whatever, and then you slept with him because…what? You thought it’d be fun? Were you even thinking of what that might do to someone like him who has already had his heart broken? Or were you only thinking of yourself? And that’s what I need to know – are you using him? Are you taking him along for a ride so you can live in this big house and not have to worry about a thing? Or do you love him?”
I knew the answer.
I loved him like mad, loved him more than I’d ever loved a man in my life.
However, I didn’t get a chance to speak. My phone rang. Then Cammy’s phone rang.
We took both of our phones out at the same time, both ringing in unison. We shared a look, then answered.
The police were on the line.
Our faces fell at the same time as the news was delivered.
And when it was done, the phone fell from my hand and landed on the floor with a clatter.