C13 I don't care about all the arrangements

I followed Cameron out of the house, my gaze on the floor the entire way to the car. I felt him glance at me once as he opened the passenger door, but I ignored him. There was no use in talking to him.

He would never change.

Cameron was cold, a man who did not know the meaning of love. I wondered how he had been so warm when we first met, how he had seemed like he actually cared about me