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Cami sits between Ronan and me, which seems appropriate.

There is some small talk about our schedules and the fact that Ronan and I both stayed home today.

But eventually, we decide to talk about what happened with Ronan’s brother.

“I do still need to have other conversations with my family,” Ronan admits. “My first priority was really making sure Cami was okay.” He brushes his knuckles over her cheek. “But there does still need to be some resolution.”

“What do you need from us?” Micah asks Ronan.

“I’m honestly not sure.” He crosses his arms. “But I’ll let you know if I think of something.”

That seems to placate Micah, but my mind is somewhere else, and I hate that I’m the one who has to say this, but it needs to be said.

Resting my elbows on the table, I drag a hand down my face and sigh. Then look between Ronan and Cami as I say, “Do you want law enforcement involved in this?”

Cami looks at me, then Ronan, then Micah, then back at me. Everyone is looking at her.

“Was it even a thing they’d be involved in? Was it even a crime?” she asks.

“Yeah,” Ronan and I say in unison.

She looks at me and swallows hard. She looks like she is going to cry again.

I wrap an arm around her, but don’t pull her close.

“Yeah, Cami,” I continue. “It’s assault. There was coercion and intimidation in there, too, but yeah, if you wanted to go down the criminal path, yes, it could be a law enforcement issue.”

Chapter seven

Session Zero, Again

Cameron

I’m absorbing Griffin’s words.

Assault.

I look to Ronan. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s up to you.”

“But he’s your brother. Wouldn’t having him arrested be too much for you? For your family?”

Ronan leans forward, letting out a long breath as he looks at Griffin, then he looks at me. “It would not be too much for me. I can’t speak for my family. But if it’s what you want to do, that’s all that matters. You were the victim of this, not me.”

That answer actually frustrates me.

“But it would impact you.”

Ronan shrugs. “It might,” he admits. “But not as much as walking into that garage did.”

I look to Micah and Dex—both serious as hell.

Fuck.

“I… I don’t know,” I finally say. “I’ll think about it.”

Dex is the next to speak. “Part of you just wants it to go away, and it won’t go away if you have to deal with law enforcement and courts. I get it.”