Chapter 117

"It really wasn't him." Camila shook her head and nudged Emma. "You're squishing me-get off already." "Babe, can we stay on topic please?" Emma stared straight at her, not letting go. "Emma, you know me. If Prescott had actually treated me like crap, I would've taken the first flight out of Meridia. I'm not that desperate, and he's not that awful." Camila meant every word. If Prescott had really gone off on her in a clear state of mind that day, she wouldn't have forgiven him. But he wasn't himself-he was sick. She couldn't hold it against him. And after everything, it wasn't like he really wanted to hurt her. Even in his messed-up state, Camila could feel it-Prescott still cared. Deeply. The memory of that intense kiss before she left flashed through her mind, and her cheeks instantly flushed. Seeing the way she blushed, Emma finally relaxed. She'd been so worried before, thinking Camila might get burned, but now, looking at her, she realized she'd underestimated her friend. If Presco