Cammy picked up her phone as it buzzed softly in her hand. A message had come through—it was from Ric.
[Greg is asleep now. Peacefully. We had a drink in the hotel's bar and he got totally drunk. He's in Suite 1304, just in case you want to check on him.]
She stared at the message for a long while, her thumb hovering over the screen. Her chest ached. The message alone was enough to make her heart twist.
Greg. Sleeping. Peacefully. While she… she was wide awake, crushed under the weight of decisions she never imagined she'd have to make. But this is good, since from the looks of it. Greg is going to have a harder time accepting their blood relation than her.
But instead of replying with a simple thank-you, she tapped the call icon. Her fingers trembled as the phone rang.
Ric answered after a few seconds, his voice calm but curious.
[Is everything alright?] he asked, surprised by the late-night call.
