The truth

Camille burst through the hospital doors, her heart racing with every step. Cynthia's urgent call still echoed in her mind. "Please, Camille, hurry! Your father..."

Cynthia met her in the corridor, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Camille. He's gone."

Camille's world crumbled. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut. "No...no, this can't be."

Cynthia guided her to the hospital room, where Mr. George lay still, his eyes closed. Camille approached him, trembling. She took his hand, feeling the chill of death.

"Father." She muttered with teary eyes, rubbing her cheeks on his hands.

A letter on the bedside table caught her attention. Her name was scribbled on the envelope. With shaking hands, she opened it.

"Dear Camille,...

She read it half way and folded the letter back.

Camille's tears fell onto the letter and Cynthia handed her a tissue.

"Cynthia, what happened? You said he was improving."

Cynthia's expression turned grave. "I found something suspicious. A drug, not p