"Orson, can you please tell me what happened?" Cammy's voice trembled slightly as she stepped closer. "Was this because of his fight with Greg earlier? I swear, I never saw Greg hit him anywhere near his liver."
Deep inside, she was pleading for Orson to deny it. The last thing she wanted was for Greg to get into serious trouble because of her.
Orson hesitated, his jaw tightening as he studied her face. He wasn't sure if this was something Duncan would want her to know. But as he took in the raw worry in her eyes, the way her fingers trembled ever so slightly at her sides, he knew she deserved the truth. She still cared—no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise.
With a heavy sigh, Orson ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Alright, I'll tell you. Duncan might kill me for this, but here it goes."
He glanced away for a second, almost as if preparing himself for a blowback, then finally met her gaze.
