The Buried Truth

as louder than any words J

nothing was dirty, just to fill the emptiness. Since the miscarriage, the man she calle

er. And when he did,

s the reason their

he believed

ed the guilt like a stone pre

late, and left early in the morning. The bed they once shared had become a bat

her students because she's planningto resume back to w

voice was sharp, direct. "You

Camila, you don't

han he already does? Please. You've been crying

a small bag and went to bed. The follow

ink?" Nandi said,wi

ked, staring out a

hati is che

ith hed eyes on the roa

hat man has someone else warming his bed." I can feel it. And he's getting too close yo his secretary. She c

ike herself again. The windows were down, music humming low, an

ed, "Do yo

riage, you deserved a good man and you deserved to be

or saying it, but hated herself more because

ople danced barefoot on the sand, drinks in hand, joy in their vo

and watching the waves crash in silver under the moonlight. Camil

ispered. "Look

distance away. He had the kind of presence you couldn't ignore,

Camila teased, n

fast. "No. Have you f

, Camila was already laughing with two strangers who offered them more d

when a man slid into the seat beside her.

why sit alon

ignor

e shot won't hurt." He p

n't utte

arm, his voice growing pushier. "Don't be

ut he leaned closer, his breath sour. Just when pa

do you think

stranger they had noticed earlier, the one with the ca

sn't loud, but it carried weight.

something under his b

lizing she'd been

turned to her

ickly. "Yes..

d a hand.

hen placed her han

nths, she smiled. A small, g