The sun slowly sets behind the apartment complex, while Jordan runs after the ball with his teammates. Although Camille has seen him do that before, many times before. The feeling of missing it for a long time it's fresh in her heart. She can't take her eyes away from him. Capturing every expression of his joyful face, every scream, every laugh. Something in her heart moves to the point of almost wanting to cry to be able to see her brother play again. Trying to control herself, Camille can feel her windpipe stretching as the sudden pain shakes her up.

Sitting on the grass, next to Adam. Silently trying to think of something to talk about. Something to fill up the gap building a heavy and awkward silence over them. They haven't seen each other for almost three months. What can she tell him? What can she say that can feel true at all? Camille doesn't even know where she's been all this time. Even if she knew, can he believe her?

Although Adam knows how difficult Camille's life has been ever since she was a kid. He has seen how she silently tries to overcome her demons, her trauma, her constant fears, and abuse. Even though he wants to help, be the one she relies on, Adam has to be patient. Until the day she wants to really open up and depend on him.

Quietly staying by her side, patiently waiting until she's ready to talk. Adam is glad just by knowing that Camille is well and where he can keep an eye on her. She turns her mystic eyes to meet his. Nervously trying to find something she can say to him, to make the strange feeling of guilt disappear and the heavy sentiment of missing something important.

"I'm sorry..." Camille stars but the knot in her throat hurts her to continue. Taking a moment to clear her throat, she turns to Jordan as he runs for the ball.

"I wish, I could tell you... to explain where I've been..." she starts, again, fighting off the little tremble in her tiny voice.

Suddenly the months of despair for not knowing what had become of his precious Camille; the bitterness to go to sleep and wake up without seeing or hearing her voice, knowing that she would never disappear without saying anything. But, now, there's a mystery to where and what happened, all the time she was gone. There's nothing he can do until her memory comes back.

"Actually..." Adam tries to ease up things for her, but then he notices that maybe she wasn't in a bad place after all.

It's difficult for him to ignore the fact that Camille has changed a lot in the time she wasn't around. Not in a way that would make everyone worried but she's not the same she was before.

"Actually, we accused your Steve of hurting you. Thank God, Jordan spoke up... and your mom..." Adam tells her with a hopeful gaze toward the boy running around with full energy.

"He was brave enough to talk about it to the police... believe me, he's brave," Adam tells Camille the surprising news. She notices the flash of anger and impotence in his eyes but he doesn't reproach for not admitting to live in an actual hell.

Her heart clenches to know that Jordan is only twelve years old, and he had to go through the trouble of seeing his family being destroyed because of an unreasonable hatred. To see Adam struggling to comprehend how a father can hurt his own daughterlikeSteve has done with Camille.

"God! What's going to happen now?" she wonders with evident frustration at her lack of communication. Being well aware of Steve's evilness in his heart, Camille knows that his hatred can hurt Jordan and Camelia.

Watching her silent struggle, Adam can't help to feel mesmerized by a strange aura surrounding Camille's body. A different light touching her unique eyes as they follow her little brother's every move. Her peach-colored cheeks make those eyes stand out more. Her perfectly straight nose covered by faint freckles, her pouty lips curl up into a smile, beautifully waved hair parting ways on her shoulders all the way down to her waist.

"Don't worry, I got you," Adam gives her a reassuring nudge on the shoulders.

Although for a moment he can feel a great distance between them, an unreachable distance that makes him insecure and hesitant about making a move on her. To think that the angelical girl next to him can return his feelings is a miracle.

"I hope you can rely on me a little more..." he comments, hoping that she'll never waver like he has never done for her.

Reaching out to hold her soft hand, Camille understands that no man can change her heart because no other girl can ever make him change his but she needs to express her feelings for him more.

"What are you thinking?" Adam interrupts her thoughts.

Camille's eyes widen with surprise as she turns to meet his honey eyes. Feeling the warmth and masculine hand holding her with intensity, Adam gazes directly into her mystic eyes.

"I can't actually think of anything when part of my mind is a blank," Camille says faking a smile to ease his concern.

Their faces just inches away, his breath caressing hers, his heart beating louder than hers. Something inside her soul tightens up with this small gesture. Not happiness but guilt and alarm, Camille's brain screams to stop and not allow Adam to have any more hope. Her subconscious shouts at her that if she continues and lets it happen, it will be a mistake, a big mistake for both of them.

"I missed you," Adam gather his courage to whisper in her ear.

Camille can't understand what the tormenting guilt in her heart is about, like an invisible force stopping her from giving Adam wings. A hope she's not ready to give but the remorse of rejecting the guy who has been always there for her its bigger than anything else. The thought of hurting Adam is something she can't forgive and allow herself to do.

To hurt him by not doing something he's been waiting to do for such a long time, beating her subconscious down. Letting her reason win, Camille shuts her eyes and ignore the terrible feeling forcing her to do something her heart doesn't long for.

"God, help me." Camille pleads inside to guide her to make a good decision, as Adam gets closer to find her hesitant lips, but a voice calls over in the distance. Freezing them both before their lips can actually touch.

"Camille!!" someone calls forcing Adam to stop his advance.

A voice Camille can recognize immediately, she pulls back abruptly, filling her with happiness and relief to see the girl calling out her name from far. Her friend Paige appears like an angel, and although she feels remorseful for being glad of being interrupted.

Adam smiles next to her, but the light doesn't touch his eyes. Camille's heart tightens with culpability and confusion to find herself suffering for being close to someone who loves her but she doesn't feel the same anymore.