"Alright, Duncan," Peter said, his voice quivering under the weight of age and memory. "I will answer all your questions. I'm old… and I've carried these truths for far too long. My time on this earth is no longer promised, and I don't want to leave with anything left unsaid."
Duncan swallowed hard and glanced at Cammy. Her quiet presence anchored him, but it also made him hesitate. His heart thundered in his chest. He'd waited so long to ask this… and now, with the truth hanging in the balance, fear gripped him. But he pushed through.
It's now or never,' he muttered to himself. Then louder, steadier—"Is it true… that my brother is your son?"
The question landed like a stone dropped in still water.
Cammy's eyes widened. Her hands flew to her mouth, stunned speechless by the weight of the accusation—of the truth hidden behind it. But she didn't interrupt. She stayed silent, watching, waiting.
