Zeke's POV

As I held Kamille in my arms, her tears soaking into my shirt, a wave of anguish washed over me. The sight of her, broken and vulnerable, tore at my heartstrings.

I couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that engulfed me, knowing that I couldn't take away her pain, couldn't mend her broken heart.

I had watched as Kamille rushed out of the restaurant, her tears flowing freely. Seeing her in such distress had stirred up a torrent of emotions within me.

Arriving at her home, I helped Kamille out of the car, my heart aching at the sight of her tear-stained face and trembling hands.

I had...