CAMILLE

'How do you know Scott? Is he the father of-' his words trailed off and I wished he would just keep talking. At least to give me enough time to think of the right things to say to myself.

But then I had to answer faster, I didn't want to give him any chance to believe what his mind was telling him at that instant.

'No, no, Scott has nothing to do with this'

His expression didn't give away anything he was thinking at that moment, it was as blank as a new text document, and I didn't ...