Chapter 32 Fifteen Years

Camila chose Tuesday evening.

She cooked properly. Lit the candles. Opened the good wine. When Damian walked through the door and saw the table he stopped.

"What is this," he said.

"Dinner," she said. "Sit down."

"Camila."

"Damian. Sit down."

He sat.

They ate. She kept the conversation light ...

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