After Cammy's sobs had softened into silence and her breathing steadied, Felicity gently brushed a hand over her hair.
"You need to rest now, sweetheart," she said softly. "You've cried enough for ten lifetimes."
Cammy nodded faintly, her eyes swollen but grateful. Greg helped tuck her into bed before following Felicity out of the room. They walked together in silence down the hallway, the hum of fluorescent lights above them the only sound between them.
When they reached the hospital lobby, Greg turned to her.
"Thank you," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "For what you did… for telling her the truth."
Felicity looked at him, her expression solemn, her gaze sharp yet warm. She reached out and gave his arm a firm, maternal pat.
"You don't have to thank me," she said, her voice low but unwavering. "I've wanted to help that girl from the moment I learned what Duncan and Monica did to her. She didn't just deserve the truth—she deserved justice.
