FORTY NINE

CAMILLE'S POV

When I approached Neal, I could see the anger in my children's eyes.

It was like they already knew something. My steps slowed when I reached the bench.

Neal looked up to see me, his eyes squinting to block out the sun burning behind me.

"Hey," he greeted.

I offered him a warm smile. Perhaps for a goodbye that didn't last a day. "Hey."

"I'm sorry," he continued.

"You're not at fault here," I assured him. It was the truth. My anger could not tip over to him. He was the one who exposed it all. What had happened was meant to be. Secrets were hard to keep.

I turned to Sophia, who stared at me with a plain face. But her eyes seemed like they were tilted upside down. She was angry. Collins carried the same energy.

"Soph?" I managed to croak, reaching for her hand, only for her to shrug me off.

"Go away. I don't want to talk to you." She sulked.

"Why?" A sob caused the word to glide out of my tongue wrong and scrambled.

"Because you are a liar." Collins retorted, crossing h