Be Still

He came back. It had been almost five months since Cameron left me stranded in our hotel room.  I'd memorized how he looked so tired, hungry, in pain. And there was blood slipping off his neck and into his T-shirt.  Almost a year ago, Cameron found me in my weakest state. He originally was the boy I made—the boy in my dreams—but I never thought he'd become real. Ten months ago, my mother was taken...