Mia was visiting a friend. Camille had been waiting for such an opportunity. Still, she felt far from comfortable when she looked at the cell phone in her hand. Who should she call? Logan? No way. What if he would hang up as soon as he heard her voice? Or what would happen if Peggy answered the phone? No, it was too risky. Jo? No, because Camille just couldn't bring herself to call her former best friend. She was too afraid of Jo's reaction. Kendall, James, and Lucy probably weren't much help either. Then there was only one option …
"Hello?" His voice had barely changed in five years.
"Hello, Carlos …"
"Camille?"
"Yes, Carlos. It's me." She heard him take a deep breath. But the fact that he hadn't hung up immediately gave her courage.
"What? I ... Oh man … I can't believe it ... How are you?"
"I … I need help, Carlos. And you're the only one who can help me."
"I ... I don't understand, Camille. What happened?"
She told Carlos about Mia and the decision she had made. After that there was silence while Carlos processed all the information. Finally, he said slowly, "Wow ... this is unbelievable."
"Can you help me, Carlos?"
"What are you up to?"
"The summer holidays start in two weeks. I will tell Mia that we will fly to America to visit old friends. It would be helpful if we could really stay with friends during this time."
"Mmm ... not a bad idea. But I have to talk to Lex about it first."
"Yes, I understand. But, Carlos, please don't tell anyone else. Can you do that for me?"
"It's okay, Cami. I promise." This words brought tears to Camille's eyes. "Why don't you hate me?"
"I can't hate anyone, Camille. And I think there are a few other people here who don't hate you either. You have more friends here than you think. And we miss you."
"Thanks, Carlos." She hesitated, but she had to ask this question, "Is he happy?"
Carlos didn't have to ask who she meant. Still, he hesitated to answer. "He ... well ... the two are engaged ..."
"I know. He must love Peggy very much." These words caused a sting in her body.
"Maybe … but maybe not."
"What do you mean by that?"
He quickly changed the subject, "Oh, nothing. Listen, I have to stop now. The guys and I have a lot of appointments this afternoon. I will talk to Lex. Don't worry. I'm sure that she will help you too. I will call you tomorrow."
"Thanks, Carlos."
"Bye, Cami." He hung up. But his strange allusion still echoed in her head, "Maybe … but maybe not."
What did that mean?