"There's something you need to know, Cammy."
Greg's voice was calm, but the weight behind his words instantly made Cammy's heart drop. Her brows furrowed as confusion flooded her face. "What do you mean?" she asked softly, searching his expression for answers.
Greg didn't respond right away. Instead, he turned his head toward the hallway again. That's when Cammy saw a familiar figure stepping into view—her father's caregiver.
"Hello, Ma'am," the caregiver greeted gently, her voice hesitant, almost nervous.
Cammy's confusion only deepened. "What's going on?" she asked, looking between Greg and the caregiver.
"She has something to tell you," Greg said, his tone still guarded. "Let's all sit in the living room first."
They moved together into the vast, elegantly furnished lounge. The moment was too heavy, the silence nearly deafening. Peter Watson was wheeled to the center, Greg helped Cammy onto the couch beside him, and then everyone else took their seats.
