“Know what?” Cameron turned his head to look between Reid and Jason, trying to figure out what they were hiding.
Reid cleared his throat. “Catherine Teixeira is dead.” He toyed with the buttons on his shirt, avoiding Cameron’s eyes. “She was found in her cell. She’d hanged herself with her own sheet, but she’d cut her arms up—I’m sorry. You probably don’t want those details.”
Cameron frowned. Did he want those details? His hands felt numb, but he wasn’t sure how else he was supposed to feel. She’d been his mother—well, she’d given birth to him. She’d been violent. She’d been cruel. He hadn’t had the worst of it, out of the three of them, but he’d still carry the scars for life. “The details don’t matter to me,” he decided. “She was a biological donor, nothing more.” Whatever his feelings about Catherine and her death might be, he would deal with them in private.
Reid frowned. “She was your mother.”