Camille was sure that Logan would call her. What she hadn't expected was that it would happen a few hours later. She was sitting in the living room with Carlos and Alexa and together they were watching a movie when her cell phone rang. "That's Logan."

Carlos and Alexa looked at her in surprise.

"Do you think he has already spoken to Peggy?" Alexa asked.

"I don't know. But why else should he call?"

"Answer it and find out," Carlos said urgently. Camille got up, went into the kitchen and answered the call. "Hey, Logan."

No answer.

"Logan?"

Again no answer. She was about to check if he might have hung up, then she heard something. A groan, a sob, and then his voice that whispered, "Help me ..."

Camille had no idea what was going on there. She was about to ask him about it when he continued, "Help me, I did it again … But I don't want that … I don't want to start again …"

"Logan, what's going on?"

"Peggy ..."

"What about Peggy?"

Another groan. "She left ... She broke up with me ... And it's my fault ... It's always my fault ..."

If Camille didn't know better, she would have guessed that he was drunk. But that couldn't be right. Logan never drank alcohol. But …

Help me …

"Okay. Logan, listen: I'll come, but in the meantime you're not doing anything stupid, okay? I'll be right there." She hung up and went back to Lex and Carlos, who looked at her curiously. "And?"

Camille hesitated. "He had a fight with Peggy. She broke up with him and now he asked if I could come over. He sounded pretty depressed."

Carlos frowned in concern. "Should I come with you?"

Of course it wouldn't be a problem if Carlos came along as support, but there was a part in Camille that was against it. Logan had called her. Not Carlos, Alexa, Kendall, James or Jo. Maybe it was selfish, but she wanted to take care of Logan alone. She shook her head. "I think I'll try it on my own. But if I need help, I'll let you know."

Fortunately for Camille, the door to Logan's apartment wasn't locked. She entered and looked around. The beer bottles on the counter immediately caught her eye. She groaned. That wasn't a good sign. She checked the rooms and finally opened the bathroom door. What she saw there exceeded her worst fears. Logan was sitting on the floor. His eyes were half closed, his face pale. But worst of all was the blood trickling from his arm on the floor.

"Oh my God! Logan!" She rushed to him and grabbed his arm. Up close, the cut looked less dangerous. It was long, but not too deep. Luckily, Logan had taught her first aid during their relationship. Logan watched her as she took care of the injury. "Camille ..."

She shook her head. She didn't want to hear any explanations or excuses. Later, not now. Her left hand brushed a small object that lay on the tiles next to her. She picked it up and an uncomfortable truth came to her mind. She felt sick. She looked at Logan's body. She saw the scars, thought of the fresh injury, heard his voice echo in her head, "Help me, I did it again."

She couldn't breathe. 'No, not Logan!' She would almost have collapsed if there weren't two strong arms holding her. She looked up at Logan's face, which was full of guilt and remorse. For some reason that gave her strength. She straightened up. It took a moment to put her thoughts in order, then she looked at Logan seriously. "Can you get up?"

He nodded and tried to get up, but failed. Camille helped him and managed to get him into the bedroom. There she put Logan on the bed and left the room. She went back to the bathroom and threw the razor blade in the trash can. Then she went into the living room, where she grabbed the beer bottles from the counter and disposed of them as well. She found a glass, filled it with water, and went back to the bedroom. Logan sat upright on the bed, avoiding her eyes. She handed him the glass of water. "Drink this."

"Thanks," he murmured, taking a few sips before placing the glass on the bedside table. She sat down next to him and tried not to think about what he and Peggy had done in that bed. "Why?"

He knew what she meant and shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. You were gone and I ... I knew it was my fault. I couldn't bear this knowledge anymore, this emptiness inside me, the pain ... The first time was an accident, but I felt the changes and wanted to try it again. The whole thing went on until Kendall caught me one day. He's the only one who knows about it. He was angry and I promised him that I would never do it again."

Camille swallowed hard. "And tonight?"

Logan sighed. "I told Peggy about you and Mia. She wasn't thrilled and wanted me to take a paternity test. I refused and then we fought. Then she broke up with me and left. I don't remember what happened after that. I've lost control."

Camille was surprised. "But ... why didn't you agree to the test?"

"It would have meant that I didn't believe you or that I would betray you. I would never do that."

"Oh, Logan … that was completely unnecessary. And that's why Peggy left?"

Logan was silent and Camille knew there was something else. "What happened?"

"Peggy said I still have feelings for you." He looked her straight in the eye. "She's right."

Camille swallowed. "Logan … We have to think about Mia. We can't ... We need time …"

"Do you know what I need?"

"What?"

"You."

He kissed her ...