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May 2012 is when Bobby died and the discs’ descriptions stop, though
     there is one more disc on this list.  
    I flip the page and there, on that page, is a letter. A letter addressed to me. On
     Bold letterhead, dated May 15, 2011. I can’t stop my eyes from scanning to the bottom
     of the page and seeing that it was signed by none other than my father.  

    My Dearest Cami,  
    If you are reading this letter, one of two things has happened. Either I am dead or
     you’ve turned 25. I am hoping for the latter, but in this day and age, you can never
     tell.  
    Enclosed in this package, you will find various documents pertaining to, but not limited
     to:
Your birth
Your school records
Your mother’s death
And Bold International’s deepest secrets, dating back to its inception.
    Not everything within this package is Bold-related, though the jump drives contained
     herein are all Bold business, and on the discs you will find videos and other scanned
     documents directly from me. Including the reason why you were sent away to England.
    I know that this is something that has weighed heavily on your mind, at the very least
     since your mother passed away. If that is most important to you, then grab disc number
     7 and go into the folder dated 1993.
    I hope one day we can discuss this package, even if it involves yelling and screaming.  
    All my love-
    Bobby

    I can barely breathe by the time I am done reading the letter, and Mick and Beau are
     staring at me expectantly, wondering and waiting to either see my reaction or for
     me to share the information with them.  
    Before I do, I turn to the next page in the package, and there is a much more detailed
     list regarding what each disc contains.  
    My eyes immediately scan to 1987.

    Cameron’s Birth/Birthday/Coming home.  

    “They’re videos,” I blurt out, looking up at them. “Well, not all of them, but—” I
     grab disc number five and head into the living room, wine glass in hand. While putting
     the disc into the Xbox, I shout back toward the kitchen, “Get in here.” I’m trying
     to be playful, but it’s hard. I have no idea what it is that I’m about to watch and
     it scares the hell out of me, but they are here, and I know Beau will stop me if she
     senses that it is too much for me.  
    My phone starts ringing with “Livin’ On A Prayer” and I know immediately that it’s
     Tristan. It’s the song he sang to me the night of my birthday party in Bora Bora,
     and I dash to my purse, which I’d dropped on the table at the top of the steps. I
     take a deep breath as I pull the phone from my purse and answer it, trying to compose
     myself. I don’t need him freaking out because of what’s going on here.  
    “Hi, you,” I breathe into the phone.  
    “Hi.” I can tell instantly that something is wrong and panic races through me.  
    “What’s wrong?” I say a little too sharply, and I hear some semblance of a chuckle
     on the other end of the line.
    “Nothing is wrong. I just miss you like crazy. I haven’t even gotten off the plane
     and I wanted to call you.”  
    I can’t help but smile. “Will Tyson be there waiting for you?”  
    “He texted right before I took off, letting me know that they were on their way to
     the airport and that they would meet me in the first class lounge. You know, that
     one I saw you in for the first time.”  
    My heart beats a little faster as I think about all of our misses that led to us actually
     finding each other on the same remote island. “I know the one.” I smile again.
    “Can I call you again once I’m settled?” he asks.  
    “Absolutely.”  
    “‘Kay.” His voice is sweet, and he sounds like a teenager.  
    “Love you.”  
    “More,” he says, and then I hear the click of the line going dead.  
    I go back toward the couch, and Beau is sitting there while Mick is in the oversized
     chair, the one similar to the chair in the penthouse in Tarah. I know why he’s over