Carolyn’s Point of View
“You didn’t have to come, you know,” I muttered, trying to break the awkward silence of this ambulance ride. It was beginning to feel like we were driving all the way to Mexico, this being the longest ride to the hospital that I’d ever experienced. Damian hadn’t said a word since he stepped into the vehicle with me, nor had he so much as tried to cast a single look in my direction. He sat on the bench on the side, his elbows propped up on his knees and his head hanging down. He stared at the floor beneath us, as if he were afraid of looking anywhere else.
“One doesn’t exactly argue with Cameron. What he says, goes,” He said rather bluntly. I pursed my lips. I knew I certainly wouldn’t want to be the one arguing with anything Cameron said, especially when he was us
