65: Shattered Trust, Feeling Broken

Camilla My voice caught in my throat, but I managed to choke out a stunned, "What the fuck?" Dad and Aunt Lisa froze at the sound of my voice. Their eyes widened as they saw me standing there, bearing witness to their illicit affair. Dad quickly pulled away from Aunt Lisa, fumbling to tuck his erection back into his pants while she hastily adjusted her dress. I didn't even know what to do right now. I was just shocked, frozen. I mean, if this was a dream, someone should wake me up. "Camilla," Dad stammered, "this isn't what it looks like." I scoffed, tears blurring my vision as I glared at him. "Really, Dad? Because it looks like you're cheating on Mom with her own sister!" Aunt Lisa, unable to face me any longer, mumbled a quick apology and rushed out of the kitchen, leaving me alone with my father. And she was the one calling me a whore. How ironic was that? I stood there, shaking with anger and disbelief, as Dad struggled to come up with an explanation. "How could you do thi