CLOSED: @camden-russellâ LOCATION: royal cove yacht club, dock
She knew when she sent the text message that she was playing with fire:Â âi know itâs not fair to ask, but can i see you?â Even as she waited along the dock, Kennedy could not believe that heâd agreed. They werenât on good terms, not since the truth had come out about what sheâd done with Kyle. A boyâ no, a man, despite it all feeling like just yesterdayâ with whom she shared a tricky past, including being the one thatâd been there when she lost someone last. She remembered his arms cradled around her when sheâd lost her father.Â
He wasnât hers this time though, with Vivi.
And even as she watched him approach on the dock, her arms wrapped around herself to shelter the cold, she knew that. âHey,â she whispered, the sole word barely audible against the slap of the waves against the wood beams. âIâm sorry to pull you out here and bother you,â she started, her eyes closing and the words beginning to just pour out like rain, tears tingling at the corners of her eyes, âI just... I donât know who to go to anymore. And I know it shouldnât be youâ I know that, I just... you know me. You were there, you know, the last time... my dad...â Kennedyâs eyes were cast to the ground, her fingers twisting the non-existent ring around her finger, her skin worried red. âItâs dumb I know but I donât know anymore, Cam.â


















