Chapter 60

He still hadn’t said anything. “Cam?”

“Will you come to the clinic with me this afternoon?” He went to the sink and rinsed out his bottle. His shoulders had tensed under his fitted T-shirt. “I have an appointment at two. It’s just around the corner here.” He dropped the bottle into the empty beer box and looked everywhere but at me.

The microwave beeped and I stood frozen, with nothing to say. Cameron was always so careful. He was twenty-seven years old and knew all the rules. “I’ll come with you,” I said at last, nearing him.

“Thank you.”

I turned my back to him, getting my meal out, burning my fingers on the plate in the process.

I stared at my fingers, my head turning.

2

Cameron was high as a kite, sitting by me with his hand in his pants. I couldn’t blame him for celebrating his negative test results.