Nathalie knew the old saying about how revenge never ends, but she felt she had nothing to be ashamed of. She wasn''t worried about any consequencesing back to haunt her.


    "Where is he?" Nathalie had decided to meet him because of her arrangement with Greta. If she could help Greta find Cameron, then maybe Nathan and her dad could shake off the dark clouds hanging over them.


    Almos was thrilled. "It''s fantastic that you''re up for meeting him. Let''s head over there right now."


    Nathalie gave a nod.


    Unexpectedly, Almos drove Nathalie for what felt like an eternity, finally pulling up at a vige way out on the edges of the Capital. The mountain roads were rough, and the car crawled along. As night began to fall, Nathalie started to regret the whole trip.


    "If I''d known it was this far, I would''ve stayed put. Nathan''s waiting for me back home," she sighed in frustration.


    Almos assured her, "We''re nearly there."


    They finally stopped on a concrete road at the vige entrance, and got out to walk. The vige was tiny, with scattered, squat red-brick houses. The air was heavy with silence, and the surroundings looked bleak and run-down.


    Nathalie couldn''t help but wonder how Cameron, once such a bright star, could end up here. Even if he had hit rock bottom, his talents alone should''vended him a decent job.


    Almos walked up to a small row house and knocked. "Is Mr. Dawson in?"


    Nathalie held her breath, eyes glued to the weathered red door.


    A momentter, a voice, a bit raspy and aged, called from inside, "Coming."


    The door creaked open to reveal a middle-aged man with a full


    white


    , a tannedplead of


    e etched with deep lin


    W?


    Nathalie stepped back, her heart racing. "Cameron?"


    She was taken aback by how old and frail Cameron looked.


    and


    When Cameron saw Nathalie, he turned away, waving her off. "I''m not Cameron. You''ve made a mistake. Please leave."


    Just then, Nina came out, carrying a bowl of medicine. "Dad, it''s time for your meds."


    Realizing he couldn''t keep up the


    act, Cameron turned back to Nathalie, reluctantly. "I''m just an old man now. Our past... let it go. Holding onto that bitterness will only hurt you."


    Nathalie stared at him, her calm detachment cutting deep. "Don''t worry; I don''t let people I dislike linger in my heart. You were out of there ages ago. If Greta hadn''t hired me to find you, I probably wouldn''t have remembered you at all." Cóntent


    Cameron let out a bitterugh. “She hired you to find me? Why would you help her?"


    Nathalie exined, "Normally, I wouldn''t. But she''s got something on my family. I''m stuck in this deal."


    Cameron asked, "So, you''re going to take me to her?"


    Nathalie nodded, "That''s the n."


    To her surprise, Cameron didn''t resist. "Then take me with you."