“Yeah,” I said quietly. Cursing myself for a fool, I turned to watch him.

His eyebrows drew together in confusion as he riffled through the box. “My trophies, my foot—” His head jerked up, and his eyes found mine. “This is from my bedroom.”

I nodded.

“But…” He shook his head. “But Xander said Dad boxed it all up and threw it out after…” He drifted off.

“After Sullivan died,” I finished for him. “You knew?”

Now he was the one nodding.

“Xander called that night and told me what your dad had done. Said he’d left it all at the base of the drive to go out with the trash.” I focused on the boxes, ripping my eyes from the stare that was always too intense to hold for long. “I waited until a little after midnight so no one would see, then drove over and took it all.”

“You took it all.”

“Doesn’t that look like all of it?” My chest tightened with the need to get out of here, for this humiliating moment to end.

“Willow.”

I shook my head and opened the door.

A large palm appeared above me, shutting the door and caging me on one side.

“Willow, look at me.”

Slowly, I dragged my eyes up his shirt, over the supple lines of his throat, and past his lips until I found his dark eyes on me. Those eyes had always screwed me over. People who didn’t know him well called them soulless, and I’d rolled my eyes and let them think what they would. Those eyes were so full that there simply wasn’t room for any lighter colors, already saturated with every emotion he never let himself show.

“Why would you do that? Haul yourself out of bed in the middle of the night to save my stuff? Go against both our fathers?”

“Because Sullivan would have done it for you.”

He backed away, a flicker of pain showing in the way his mouth tensed. “Thank you,” he finally said, his voice low and deep.

I nodded, then opened the door and retreated to my car, leaving Cam in the entryway with his boxed-up, rejected childhood.

I’d never lied to Cam, not once. I’d never been capable when those eyes were on me. And I hadn’t just now…not really. I’d simply given him the easiest of both truths.

Yes, Sullivan would have done it for him. That was just who he’d been.

But I hadn’t done it only for Sullivan. I’d crept out of my parents’ house and filled my car to the very last box for the truth that Camden would never admit.

Sullivan may have done it for Cam, but even in our worst moments, Camden would have done it for me.