I knock on Cam's door and wait for him to answer. Even though it hasn't been long since I last saw him, I can't help but be nervous. Will he still be fixated on uncovering secrets that never existed? I hope he's come to his senses, for both his benefit as well as my own.

The door creaks open to reveal Cam. It's strange seeing him in a loose t-shirt and track pants instead of his usual stiff blazer and uniform. His hair sticks up at the back and there are dark circles under his eyes. He steps aside to let me in. "Hey."

"Hey." I follow him up the stairs to his room and sit awkwardly in his desk chair. "How are you feeling?"

He sits on his bed, and the reminder of his periodic table bedspread makes me smile. "Well I feel a bit shit, but I'm hoping it gets better from here."

"It will."

He looks down at the floor. "I'm guessing you heard about what happened."

"Yeah, Kel called me last night. I'm sorry I didn't go after you yesterday. I feel awful."

Cam shakes his head. "You couldn't have predicted me doing something so dumb. I was being delusional and it's not your responsibility to keep me out of trouble."

"I'm still sorry."

The corner of his mouth turns upwards. "I'm sorry too. I promise I won't jump off anymore piers."

As morbid as his joke is, I can't help but smile. "Thanks. And no more secret letters?"

"No more secret letters."

There is a moment of silence, but somehow it's not uncomfortable. However, there's something that has to be discussed.

I clear my throat. "So, where exactly are we?"

"I don't know. Shit seems to hit the fan every time we start to get closer."

"Very true. I don't want us to be on bad terms."

He nods. "Me neither. Truce?"

I smile. "Truce and friends?"

"Sounds good to me."

He pauses, before continuing. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"The letter that Jacob posted - the real one. Do you think Lola was talking about me or Caitlyn?"

Cam is good at asking impossible questions. "I have no idea."

He looks down once more. "You think it was Caitlyn, don't you?"

How is anyone supposed to really know what went through Lola's head as she wrote that note? "I really don't know. She could have meant either of you, or even both. She might have expected everyone else to assume she meant Caitlyn,  but knew that you'd know the truth. I think it's safe to assume that she wouldn't have addressed you in anyway that would have exposed your friendship. She wouldn't have wanted Caitlyn to come after you."

Cam looks up and nods. "I guess I never thought about it that way before. By not mentioning me specifically, she could be looking out for me."


"Are you going to keep up your friendship with Caitlyn?"

The impossible questions seem to be endless today. "I think so. I know you don't like her, and that's completely understandable. But there's more to Caitlyn that what you see on the surface. She was really shaken by Lola's death, and you can kind of see why she would believe those things she said about you. You and I know that you had good intentions, but when you look at things from her point of you, it does make you look a bit shady."

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