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Camden is a little too much like Nate is turning correct which frightens me for Libby.
    “He’s not coming to see me.” She bites her lip, and although Wes is the first thought that rings in my head for some reason, I keep my mouth shut.
    “Why is he coming then?”
    “For Wes. God, Marisa, there’s so much I’ve hidden from you. So much I should have told you.” Her head falls into her hands again and she shakes her head violently, crying uncontrollably. “Camden knows.” She raises her head and fearful eyes point at me.
    “Libby, you’re not making sense. What does Camden know? Why is he coming for Wes?” Playing stupid, because although I’ve put two and two together, how do you ask your only friend in Alaska if she’s a cheater?
    She takes a hefty breath and stands up, walking to the window. I wait patiently for her and after a few seconds, she begins. “When I first started at Henbrook, I met Wes at orientation. We started within days of each other.”
    “You’ve told me. But you moved here with Camden, right?”
    “Yeah. One night Camden came to pick me up. I was at a meet and greet with Wes and the other employees. You know the ones they schedule every month?” I nod showing I’m following. “Well, Camden came in and saw me talking with Wes. Thought we were a little too chummy … a little too close. Camden stormed over, tightly wrapped his hand over my upper arm and yanked me through the front door. Camden’s always been jealous, but I’d never seen him so upset.” Her eyes close and her mouth twitches as though she’s reliving the moment right now. “Disposing me onto the concrete, he was huddled over me, screaming every name you can imagine. From whore to slut to bitch. Wes came out to ask what the hell was going on.” Her breath shutters until she composes herself.
    “I’m glad he was there. Libby, that isn’t right.” My own fears resurfacing of being verbally attacked by Nate all those years. It’s easy to sympathize with Libby.
    “Then it all started to get worse. Camden and Wes started screaming at one another until Wes eventually hauled off and slammed his fist into Camden’s face. Blood splattered everywhere and I couldn’t control my tears. Camden turned around at me, a few more obscenities crossing his lips and then he spit a glop of blood out on the concrete and left.”
    “He left you?” I clarify because there was always something I didn’t like about Camden, but had a hard time figuring out why. Now I see—he’s Alaska’s version of Nate.
    “Yeah,” she deflates. “Wes picked me up and buckled me in the passenger seat of his car. By the time I could focus on what was happening, I was sitting on his couch with a shot of Jack Daniels in my hand and Wes thigh-to-thigh with me.”
    “Lib?” I ask the unanswered question tensing in the air.
    Her eyes find mine from across the room and she closes her lids slowly before opening them to me. “Yeah,” she confirms, nodding her head up and down.
    “Oh,” I say, still processing the information because I may not have cared before my dad didn’t cheat on my mom, but now this is a hard pill to swallow. I should probably tell Libby that Camden deserved it, but it’s just too close to home right now.
    “Marisa, I was drunk, Wes was drunk. I left the next morning and returned back to an apologetic Camden. We never did it again, but then one day at work, Wes left a note on my desk, under my keyboard. Camden was digging around my stuff after we left and found it.”
    “What did it say, Libby?” I tenderly press, trying to be gentle.
    “He told me I should leave Camden. That he’s not good for me and will constantly hurt me. Also—” She stops, taking a deep breath before continuing.
    “What?” I urge her and she closes the gap, sitting back down on the bed.
    She swallows, “That he wasn’t that drunk that night and that he wanted to take me out.” Her head flies into her hands and I sit there staring because