Page 59 of Provoking Camden

I can’t even begin to process this information. I glance at Daddy.

“Give me a second,” Daddy says before muting the phone. “Do you want her to come here? This is your call, Little one. I didn’t know you had a sister.”

I chew on my bottom lip. I can’t believe Lillian is in Seattle. “I guess so. Is that okay? I mean, wait… Maybe I should talk to her first.”

Daddy unmutes the cell. “Can you put Lillian on the phone, Jameson?”

“Sure. Here you go.”

Lillian’s voice rings through, shocking me. I haven’t spoken to her in four years, but it’s definitely her. “Simone?” She sniffles. “I’m sorry to bother you. I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I overheard Mom tell Dad she thought you were in Seattle a few years ago, so I came to find you. Can we meet up and talk?”

“Of course. Are you okay?” She sounds off. I can tell she’s upset. She keeps sniffling.

“Yes. I’m fine. I just… It’s a long story.”

I glance at Daddy.

He nods.

“My friends are there to get some things from my apartment because I’m staying somewhere else. How about if they bring you here?”

“Okay. If you trust them.”

“With my life,” I assure her.

“Okay. Thank you, Simone. I’ll see you soon.”

Jameson comes back on the line. “Given the circumstances, we’ll come straight there instead of packing some things.”

I know what he means. My apartment is full of my Little. Jameson has no idea how much Lillian knows about age play. I don’t really know either. “Thank you,” I tell him. I owe him big time for going out of his way to do me this favor and then having to taxi my sister here.

My sister… What the hell is she doing in Seattle?

Natasha gets on the phone. “Hey, Simone. I’ll go in and fill a small bag with the most important things we talked about. We’ll get more later.”

“Thank you,” I repeat. She’s so sweet. She knows I really want my stuffed animal off my bed and my favorite soft blanket that I snuggle with on the couch. I’ve gone more than a week without my most important Little things.

“We’ll see you soon,” Jameson says. He ends the call.

Daddy sets the phone down.

“Are you mad?” I ask.

His brow is furrowed again. “Simone, it’s not in my nature to be mad. Curious, yes. I have questions. But not mad.”

“But I haven’t told you about my sister.” I lift my hand to my mouth to bite down on my thumbnail.

Daddy circles my wrist and lowers my hand. “I also never asked. It sounds like you haven’t seen her in a long time.”

I nod. “Four years.”

“Then I guess there’s a story to go with that. You’ve barely mentioned your parents either, so I assume there’s a good reason for both.”

I look down and fidget my fingers in my lap.

Daddy turns off the movie we’ve been watching and stands, setting me on my feet. “Come, Little one. I think everyone is going to need some hot cocoa. Let’s make some.”

“Hot cocoa? It’s the middle of summer.”