"Sam." Tom said but he got nothing in response, "Sam please this is important I'm going to find out for once and for all if Marcus is my son" Tom told her and Sam raised an eyebrow "How are you going to do that?" Sam asked and Tom raised an eyebrow
"Well I know that Marcus has a booked blood test" Tom said and Sam shook her head "Tom if you think you're going to do what I think you're going to do then you're taking a massive risk. You can't interfere with someone else's medical..." Sam said trying to reason
"Do you want me to find out whether he's my son, whether our daughter has been dating her half brother all this time? Do you want to know in case they do something stupid? It's only a matter of time before them..." Tom said and Sam realised that Tom had a point, they needed to know, and Tom needed to know whether or not he had a son.
Meanwhile across town Camilla was in the bathroom she looked in the mirror not long after her shower and looked at her cheek from where her dads hand had touched her, the swelling and the redness had since gone down, but there was still a slight finger print on her cheek. She felt her eyes fill with tears as she remembered what had happened.
She loved her father, she always had. They were pretty close and he had partly inspired her ambition to follow into a career of medicine that and her mother. Even know that Camilla was taking emergency medicine instead of paediatrics her father had been incredibly supportive of her career choice. Tom wasn't bothered by the fact that she had chosen her mothers career over his.
There was a knock on the door which brought Camilla out of her thoughts, wrapped in just a towel. She unlocked the door and Marcus looked her up and down before he grinned cheekily. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked and all he got back was a simple nod off the head "I told you, I was ready didn't I?" she said and Marcus nodded. She held out her hand and he took it. Before he led her into his bedroom, she closed the door behind him.
"Camille I know your upset with your father but this is important you need to answer your phone, please darling" Sam said before she hung up and placed her phone down in frustration. "voicemail." Sam said and Tom shook his head "where is she? Sam this is important. She needs to know the truth, that he maybe her brother. Where is she Sam?" Tom said and Sam paused. "Sam..." Tom said impatiently
"She's staying at his flat." Sam admitted and Tom was shocked. "He has a flat? How long have you known this I was under the assumption that he still lived with his parents..." Tom admitted and Sam shook her head "no he owns his own flat and I know Camille's been there before." Sam said and Tom was furious.
"And you didn't think to tell me…" Tom exclaimed. And Sam shook her head "well I never thought there was a chance it would turn out he could be your son and anyway Camille said she wasn't ready to take that step" Sam said. Just as her phone pinged. She typed in her pass code and her face turned to white like a sheet.
"Sam, what is it?" Tom said looking at his wife. "Sam..." he said before Sam dropped her phone which Tom caught in his hands. He realised that it was on instagram and he looked at his daughter's last photo. It was of her and Marcus. In what appeared to be a double bed.
"no.,.. no she hasn't.." was all he could mange. He needed to get over there now. But it looked like the unthinkable had already happened..
