Page 102 of Lemon Pound Cake Club

"My phone won't stop ringing."

She swallowed hard.

"Yesterday I got hit with one nightmare," she said, her voice cracking. "And woke up in another."

I didn't interrupt.

"I've always tried to do right by people."

She stared out across the yard.

"I've spent my whole life helping women."

She shook her head.

"I don't understand how everything turned upside down so fast."

I smiled to myself.

"You sure about that?"

She looked at me.

"What?"

"I mean," I gave a quiet laugh and waved my hand to brush it off. "We've all done things in our younger days we'd rather leave back there."

She stared at me longer than usual.

"I guess."

"I know I have."

Her shoulders relaxed a little. She let out a quiet chuckle.

"I suppose everybody has a story they'd rather not tell."

"I suppose they do."

The breeze changed direction. Camille's expression became hard to read.

"I just wish people remembered the good before assuming the worst."

"They usually don't. By then, the damage is done."

She nodded.

"I guess you’re right."

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That night, I curled up in the reading chair by the bedroom window with my journal in my lap.

No date.

I keep telling myself I'm imagining it.

That exhaustion is making me suspicious.