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“Are you okay?” Camile asks as she comes back from the bathroom.

I crack a smile, "Yes, I am fine." She doesn't believe me. I can tell she doesn't believe I am okay.

“Do you trust me?” I ask her. “Do you trust me to protect you?”

“Yes, Troy,” she replies, “I trust you.”

I sigh. That is all I need to hear from Camile because, in due time, her trust might be tested. She must brace herself for what is coming from Nancy and my mother.

Chapter twenty-six

The Visitor

Camile

Troy swore he was fine, but his pale face says otherwise. He doesn't look okay and has been doing a terrible job at pretending.

His eyes dart across the room a few times, and he taps his fingers on his phone nervously as if he wants to call someone or is waiting for someone to call his phone.

I notice that he has been like this since he got off the phone with his brother; it makes me curious to know what Henry had told him a few minutes ago.

Then he asked me if I trusted him. The question doesn't bother me; the way Troy asked it bothers me. Of course, I trust him, but he is suddenly acting weird like someone afraid of what is coming next. Now, he makes me want to know what Henry had told him over the phone.

"Did Henry say something?" I ask Troy as I brush my hair in front of the dresser mirror; he doesn't flinch. He doesn't hear me talk, so I speak louder, "Did Henry say something to you?"

Now, I catch Troy's attention, and he shakes his head. "No," he replies. "Other than that, Mother wants us to have a family dinner tonight; the rest is nothing to worry about."

"If you keep getting lost in your thoughts, then I think it is something to worry about," I respond, but the smart door alerts us that someone is outside.

Troy abruptly stands up, telling me he is okay, and I don't need to worry about him. The more he tells me not to worry, the more I am worried about him.

I hurry with my hair, and quietly walk behind him to get to the door. Troy opens the door, and we find a woman at our doorstep.

She doesn't let Troy speak before she brushes him to the side and enters the house. "Troy Robinson, not even a hug?" she says. "It's been ages. I think I deserve a hug from my longtime husband."

Troy looks behind him as if praying that I won't be present to hear what this stranger is saying. My jaw drops. I hope I didn't hear her right.

Did she just call Troy her husband? The woman is a tall slim natural blond in her mid-thirties.

She walks into the house with so much elegance, as if she knows her way around. Like she has been there a few times before.

She stops walking when she sees me and looks over at Troy. "You got a twinkie, didn't you?" She chuckles and walks to me. "You must be Camile," she says. "You are the one that everyone at the hospital talks about."

“Who are you?” I ask her in return. I refuse to be intimidated by her or her elegance.

The woman raises her brows and turns to Troy again. "She doesn't know me?" she laughs. "You didn't tell her about me? I thought as much." She stretches her hand to me. "I am Nancy," she pauses to say, "Troy's wife."

"Nancy!" Troy yells. "You need to leave now."

"No," I reply, "I want her to stay. You are Troy's wife?" I ask. "Since when."

“Since college,” she replies as she heads back to Troy.

"I came to say hi," she says. "I will see you around." Troy and I watch her leave the house; she drives away in a yellow Ferrari.

I turn to Troy and ask him the one question that bothers me. "Your wife? She is your wife?" I try to take a deep breath, but I can't. My head is spinning, and I want nothing but to know who Nancy is to Troy.

"I can explain," Troy starts to speak, but I stop him. I need to give him a piece of my mind.

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