The air left Monica's lungs in a rush. She blinked once, twice, as though trying to process whether she'd heard the question or just imagined it. But her silence was already enough of an answer.
'Hmm, did she really believe him? Was he that convincing for her to doubt Peter and me?' Monica thought while staring at Cammy.
Cammy's eyes filled with fresh tears—not of weakness, but of devastation. "So it's true," she breathed, more to herself than anyone. "Silence means yes, and you are not saying anything!"
Monica finally found her voice, but it came out brittle, desperate. "You don't understand what you're saying—"
"Oh, I understand perfectly," Cammy snapped, the fire flaring again. "I understand why you always looked at me like I was a burden. Why was nothing I ever did was enough? Why could you sell me to Duncan without blinking?" Her voice broke. "Because I was never his daughter. I was never Dad's. And you've been lying to both of us for years."
