Chapter 42. Who Did This?

Travis leaned back against the cool leather of his office chair, a pensive furrow creasing his brow as he replayed Camila’s words in his mind. The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting alternating stripes of illumination and shadow across the room, mirroring the conflicting emotions pulling at him. His phone sat idle on the mahogany desk, a silent witness to the storm of thoughts raging inside him.

We’re both adults here, Travis. Maybe it’s best if we just write this off as a night that never happened.

The words echoed relentlessly in his mind, each syllable carrying the weight of restraint, the unspoken tension of a boundary set firmly by her.

“Write it off?” he muttered aloud, his voice low, carrying a mix of incredulity and disbelief. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, searching his memory for any hint of jest or sarcasm in