Page 8 of Chandelier Enthralled
“They’ll be surprised. But I get it.”
I couldn’t stay.
I waved my hand in the air, not wanting to talk about it.
Everything back home reminded me of Hugo. He’d ruined Central Park. Tainted visits to Fifth Avenue. Stained my fondness for the cafés we’d once visited. Every single landmark of my favorite city reminded me ofhim.
This heartache felt permanent.
“Willa,” said Cameron, his tone gentle. “I hate seeing you like this. Please, let me help.”
“I haven’t told you anything.”
“You don’t need to.”
I didn’t want to sob in front of him. “I’m a little lost.”
“Your heart is your compass,” he said softly. “It will guide you. And it already has. Because you’re here.”
“L.A. is just so sprawling.” My tone of voice gave away my uneasiness.
He brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. “I think a place near the ocean might suit you.”
I nodded, trying to smile.
“The sound of the waves. It’s good for the soul.”
My throat tightened. “Does it get any easier?”
“It will.”
“Really?”
“Life can become everything you want and more.” He gave me a look that reflected empathy. He knew Hugo had hurt me. “Sometimes you have to sacrifice your relationship on the altar of your sanity.”
“That’s very deep.”
“Can’t help myself.” He winked.
He always did have a way with words, strung together to deliver the truth in all its agonizing glory. I gave a nod, because saying more would open the floodgates.
Cameron reached out and pulled me toward him, and I sunk against my brother’s chest, breathing in his familiar scent, reminding me of a home filled with safety and forgiveness and everything else that was good in this world. My shoulders relaxed and I let out a sigh of relief, as though only now feeling safe.
“Why can’t I find a man with integrity?” I gripped his arm. “Someone perfect, like you.”
“I think you’re confusing me with Henry,” he said, chuckling. “Willa, I’m here for you in any way you need.”
Cameron kissed my forehead, and I felt the sting of tears.
“I thought he was the one.”
“It’syourenergy that made him seem special, you know that, right?”
“Not so sure about that.”
“I am.”
“I didn’t know anyone else who would understand.” I sucked back a sob. “Didn’t know where else to go.”
