Chapter 2
Cammie was sat on her bed, thinking about everything that had happened in the past few years (which was quite a lot), when there was yet another knock on the door. Cammie stood up and opened it. There stood her mum, her hair dishevelled as though she had just woken up. She had bags under her eyes as well – not a great look for a bride to be in the morning.
"Hey kiddo," she said. She looked tired and stressed out, but Cammie expected nothing less. "Can I have a chat?"
"Yeah sure." Cammie went and sat back down on her bed. "Is Abby here yet?"
"No, not yet." Rachel came and sat beside her daughter. "Listen, Cammie. There's something I need to tell you; something I should have told you, and some… others… a long time ago."
"Mum," Cammie said. "Every spy has secrets, we all know that."
"Yes, but," she sighed and looked away. "Not secrets like this." Her eyes glistened as she looked back towards Cammie. "I should have told you this years ago when… when Matt died." Rachel broke down, and Cammie handed her a tissue.
"Come on Mum," she said. "You're getting married tomorrow – to Joe."
"Cammie." Rachel glanced at the wall and said quickly, as if to get it over and done with, "Mathew Morgan is not, was not, your dad."
Cammie's look of sympathy changed quickly to anger and surprise. Whatever she was expecting her mum to say, it wasn't that. Rachel meanwhile had started crying again, but this time, it was because she was ashamed.
"If my dad wasn't – "
"Joe," Rachel said. "Joe's your dad."