CAMILLA

CAMILLA

What had I been expecting?

A profession of love?

I knew the sort of person Nathan was… a hard man and I had thought maybe I would be able to get through to him and why?

Because I found him intriguing? Because I loved his view on life or is it because I wanted to do all I could to get out of my father’s shadow.

No, that is wrong.

Nathan Clark might have been my ticket out but I had come to understand and admire him as an individual.

He was a fighter that much was obvious but he was also an asshole.

I locked the adjoining door as soon as he left, leaning against it with the tears stinging the corner of my eyes.

Another knock

“Camilla” My father’s voice came through.

“Give me a minute” I called out.

I stared at myself in the mirror, running my fingers through my hair.

When I opened the door, my father knew immediately that something was wrong.

“Are you okay?” He asked

“I am fine” I responded. “I was just sleeping” I added so he did not ask any more questions.

“I know we should ta