Chapter 18

At Elena's words, Camden stopped in his tracks, his fingers curling slightly at his sides. "What is it, honey?" His back was turned to her, his eyes cold and detached. "I need to tell you something. It's about Hubert," Elena said in a trembling voice. He turned around with a gentle smile on his face. "Okay, I'm all ears." For the next hour, he sat quietly on the bench and listened as Elena spun her web of lies about how she had been forced, threatened, and intimidated by Hubert. Ignoring the tear-streaked Elena kneeling on the floor, Camden kept his eyes half-lowered as he idly rolled a rosary between his fingers. If Elena had calmed down enough to look closely, she would have noticed it was the very rosary Alice had once brought him. She had climbed all 999 steps of the old hilltop cathedral on her knees to have it blessed for him. Elena's sobs gradually subsided. She clutched at the hem of Camden's trousers, her lips trembling with feigned grievance. "He actually had the gall