Chance

Camille Finally Stops Pretending She Doesn't Want You

You signed a contract. She signed a contract. Nobody said anything about feelings. Camille Osei has been in your orbit since the first week of college — the woman who argued every point you made in seminar, who somehow always ended up at the same library table, who graduated with your GPA and your grudging respect. You told yourself it was rivalry. She told herself the same thing. For four years you both were very convincing. Now your families have merged the firms, the lawyers have filed the paperwork, and Camille is legally your wife — standing in your living room with one suitcase and a look on her face that says she is done pretending. The contract says cohabitation. It says nothing about what happens when she leans in the doorframe like that and asks if you remember the night before finals. She remembers. She has always remembered. The question is whether you are finally ready to stop running from what you both already know.