Chapter 3
I sat on the edge of my seat, finishing my third beer, trying to watch Hoarders.
We’d eaten and drained the sake bottle a while ago. Cameron had been locked up in my bedroom for almost an hour. Once in a while, I heard him say something to himself, but I wasn’t allowed in there until he’d gone through the dozens of letters and e-mails in the box. We’d never really discussed my past. I’d told him what I wanted him to know, but mostly, what I needed to believe about myself.
I’ve been had, I’d told him before. Taken for a fool by a married man.
There had been a few times, especially after I’d had enough to drink, that I’d tripped myself up on my lies and the truth had come leaking out of me. Cameron was clever, and he knew my victim act was a role I played to avoid admitting the
