“Ryland’s a good man,” Lily said. “The best. You have no idea how good of a man he is and how hard he’s worked to save his men.” She lifted her head and dashed at her tears. “We don’t fight. We just don’t. He’s so good to me. To everyone. He thinks about everyone before himself.” She put her head down again. “I never once thought what this would look like from his point of view. Not once. How selfish of me is that?”
Camellia wanted to comfort Lily. She was a ferocious warrior, yet there was also a deeply compassionate side of her that had always been there. She was driven to fix things, make them right, so the people around her didn’t suffer. At the same time, her strongest sympathies, in this particular instance, lay with Ryland. Lily had gone behind his back, not the other way around.
Tamping down her instincts to soothe and comfort, Camellia remained silent. Lily needed to talk and Camellia needed to understand. There was no question that Lily loved Ryland fiercely, so how could she have betrayed him the way she had?
Camellia knew there was always more than one side to a story. Perhaps Lily could shed light on her reasoning and make Camellia understand her actions. Because maybe that understanding would enable Camellia to forgive Marigold. She desperately wanted to be able to forgive Marigold’s betrayal, and yet the hurt ran so deep, the break in trust so devastating, she just couldn’t even face the idea of speaking with her. Now she’d learned Marigold had a life-threatening illness, and there was no way Camellia could stay away if she could possibly help her. That didn’t mean she could forgive her.
“I sat here the whole time you were healing Kaden, trying to defend my actions, trying to be angry with Rye for not considering everything we’ve been through, all the times we’ve shared, and giving me a break. But then I realized, none of those good times stacked up against a violation of trust. He considers what I did as a betrayal of our marriage. Of everything we are together. I have been sitting here, imagining how I’d feel if I were in his place—if he were the one who went behind my back to someone else and did exactly what we both agreed not to do.”
She pressed a shaky hand to her mouth to muffle a sob. Her eyes briefly met Camellia’s before she lowered her spiky, wet lashes to cover her pain. “I didn’t mean it that way, but that’s what I did. Now there’s a war coming, and everyone I love could be killed. I’ve jeopardized not just our team and their families but all of Team Two as well. I don’t see how Ryland can possibly forgive me. I didn’t just endanger our teams. I destroyed the most important thing in the world to me: my marriage to Ryland. My family.”
Camellia listened to the heartbreaking sobs, the compulsion to comfort her nearly overwhelming. It was just that she didn’t know how to go about it. She hesitated to touch Lily, not just because they were essentially strangers but because, except for Jonas, Camellia hadn’t really touched another human being in years.
“Why did you do it, Lily?” she finally asked. “It seems so out of character for you to go against anything you and your husband decide together.”
Lily cried for a couple more minutes but struggled to get her weeping under control. “I know Ryland thinks I did it because I’m a scientist and wanted to have a record of anything Daniel might do because he’s different. Everyone will probably think that.”
Camellia had to admit she thought it. It was a logical conclusion. Lily was a scientist. Information was extremely important to her.
Lily rubbed her cheek back and forth on her drawn-up knees. “Daniel’s my first child. He might be my only child for all I know. I wanted all those things every mother has with that first child. All the cherished photographs and videos of his firsts. The first steps. His first words. What he eats and doesn’t eat. That was what was important to me. I tried to tell Ryland, but he didn’t understand the difference between first steps and our son being Daniel.”
Lily’s eyes went liquid again. “Just because he’s different, doesn’t mean I don’t want to have those special moments recorded or remembered, written down or photographed. It isn’t fair that as a mother, I shouldn’t have them like any other mother. I won’t remember every little detail when I’m older. I want albums to look through when I’m seventy and eighty. I want to go through them with his future wife. I didn’t record anything scientific. I won’t say it wasn’t tempting, but I’d promised Ryland. I just wanted what every other mother had.”