“We aren’t obligated to pretend morality is objective.”
“You don’t believe morality is objective?”
“No one does, Marcus,” Astrid said, watching my caddy as he took the club I handed him and slid it into my golf bag. If you have any feedback, please feel free to email me. “Nothing,” Astrid said, leveling her gaze at me. She retrieved the ladle from me and laid it in the pot. She’ll make you her next husband if she has the chance.”
“She won’t have it,” I said. “Yeah,” I said, my eyes falling to her lips. She deserves the best.”
“I know,” I said, annoyed. “You said I didn’t fight for you last time,” I said, trying my damnedest to keep from tearing up. The mystery of Camille’s relationship would have to wait. Naturally, I made my way to the kitchen and found Camille in there, pouring some kind of broth into a slow cooker.
