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Unfortunately, it also gave him too much time to think.
Too much time to think about Camille. About how much he missed her. About the quiet, aching loss of what they had been building. In some ways, it felt like losing Scarlette all over again—except it wasn’t the same. With Scarlette, there had been finality. A clean, devastating certainty. She was gone, and he would not see her again this side of heaven.
But Camille… Camille was different.
She was still here. Still within reach.
He could see her if he wanted to. That was the problem. The temptation lingered daily, subtle but persistent. He found himself circling the same questions. Had he been too harsh? Too quick to walk away? People made mistakes. She had done what she thought was right.
But every road led him back to the same hard truth.
She had deceived him.
Not once. Not in a moment of panic. But over days.
How could he trust her again? How could he be sure she wasn’t still holding something back? That what she said now would be the whole truth?
Madison had asked for her at first.
His mother had been right—Madison had grown attached. She missed Camille in her small, earnest way. Thankfully, as the days passed, the questions stopped.
But his didn’t.
It was one of the hardest things he had ever done, but he knew it was best to leave it alone. To let it be.
He saw her everywhere as the marketing campaign ramped up—her face here, her voice there. Interviews, magazine spreads, television appearances. She was unavoidable.
Meanwhile, the sound designers layered in effects, and the final mix wove together dialogue, music, and sound into a seamless, immersive whole.
Soon, he would have to face her again.
They would be on a talk show together.
He didn’t know how he would manage it. Didn’t know what it would stir up when he saw her in person.
But he trusted God that, somehow, it would be okay.
Chapter 18
Camille sat in her car for a moment, hands resting on the steering wheel, eyes closed.
“Lord, please,” she whispered. “I need you to give me strength, courage, peace and dignity.”
She was at the television studio for a live chat with theEsthercast. Six months until release.
The marketing machine had already begun to hum.
Earlier that week there had been a YouTube event—carefully curated clips, behind-the-scenes laughter, rehearsed spontaneity. There had also been a private Zoom event with pastors, women’s ministry leaders, and Bible teachers. That had felt safe.
But tonight would be different.
For the first time since filming wrapped, the leads—Aaron, Robert, Yves, Ray, and herself—would be interviewed together on live television.
She had not set eyes on Aaron in person in four months.
In that time, she had gone down on her knees before God—more than once—asking for forgiveness, for clarity, for help. After days of wrestling, He had led her back to His Word. And there, in the quiet, she had taken a long, hard look at herself.
She had been saved, yes. But undisciplined. Inconsistent. Distracted.
