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It was midnight and Cami had been a catatonic shell of the lively, passion filled person she once was

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It was midnight and Cami had been a catatonic shell of the lively, passion filled person she once was.

She hadn't spoken a word to me, only murmuring near nonsense to herself after Parker had alerted me to what the hell had happened.

At first, I'd stared at him in accusation, pushing his shoulder in an attempt to get him to tell me what the hell was going on—but he'd been adamant that this wasn't about him.

Her warm brown eyes were devoid of all life; cold, hard, iced over pain staring me down deep into the pits of my soul.

I'd pulled myself from the room when she'd finally settled enough that she was no longer shaking, curled up on my bed in the blankets and staring at the wall as if her eyes were lasers that could burn a hole directly through it and aid in her escape.

"Is Cami alright?"

I startled as my mother came to a stop at the top of the stairs; her warm blue eyes filled with concern for the daughter she'd never got to have.

"She's fine; laying down in Grey's room. It's the only place she wouldn't freak out again. I don't know what happened, I just heard her on the phone and then she had a breakdown, basically."

"Oh, no. I was worried this would happen."

I was left out of the conversation even though my mother knew sign language. I didn't attempt to interject myself into this one.

"I checked her phone and saw that it was from the prison. Her father contacted her. It must've triggered her PTSD from finding her mother as a child."

"Finding her mother? You mean Cami had to see her after..."

"Yes, after her father...did what he did that sent him to prison for second degree murder."

"And you just conveniently left that information out of the 'welcome' packet?"

"I'm sorry, we tried to keep it as quiet as possible. Your father...he used to work with Michael, Cami's father. When I found out that she was in the system and going to the same school as you two, I knew that I had to do something."

"Yeah, he 'worked' with Michael. Sure."

My head turned to Parker's at the same time my mother's hands started to shake ever so slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"I heard you two talking the other night, mom. I heard everything. Everything. The truth about Cami's mom—how dad only cheated because you did, first. Why don't you go on and tell Grey that truth, huh? And while we're at it—why don't we discuss how Grey could've been able to talk this entire time if he'd just suck it up and go have surgery? Or how the entire reason that Cami's mother is dead is because dad stepped out on his marriage with you because you were the one to do it first?"

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