Chapter 8: The Deal Breaker

After about an hour of talking, Clayton decided it was time to tell her something that was weighing heavily on him. The potential deal breaker. He walked over to the kitchen, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. In the back of a cupboard, he found what he was looking for, a bottle of whiskey. "Oooh!" Camden exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. "What's the occasion?" she asked, a playful smile tugging at her lips. Clayton's gaze met hers, a mix of apprehension and sadness in his eyes. "I don't think you'll be smiling after I tell you," he replied, taking a long swig from the bottle. Camden's face fell, and her playful demeanor shifted. "Oh, shit..." Camden's face fell. "Give me that," she said, reaching up for the bottle. "Something tells me I'm going to need this too," she frowned. "You might," Clayton said, handing the bottle over with a pained expression. Camden took a big swig, gagging and pulling a face at the taste. "Ugh..." She moaned, shaking her head. Clayto