Yeah, I could clearly see where Camilla learned her dramatic threats from. The apple really didn't fall far from the tree. Suicide threats, emotional blackmail, creating chaos just to control the room Camilla had done it countless times. Now Vicky was performing the same routine. I found myself comparing them automatically.
Force of habit.
Adam, however, wasn't calm about it. His face was tight with panic as he stared at Vicky standing on the balcony railing. "Vicky, get down from there. What are you doing?"
"Why should I?" she cried. "You don't trust me. If you think I'm guilty, maybe I should just die!"
I didn't hesitate. My voice stayed even. "Fine. Jump then. Don't let me stop you. Do a barrel roll while you're at it."
The room went completely silent.
