Cammy blinked slowly, her lashes catching the moisture that returned uninvited to her eyes. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She was stunned. "Greg…"
"I'm not asking to change your mind," Greg added quickly, his voice cracking under the weight of emotion. "I know this is goodbye. I know this… isn't a fairy tale for us. But I want just one more day. No guilt. No goodbyes. No pretending."
He stood then, walked toward her, but kept a careful distance. "Let me have that, Cammy. Let me say goodbye to you the way I never got to before. Let me hold the woman I love… one last time, before we step into the lives we have to live."
Cammy's breath hitched. Her heart was in her throat, her soul splitting between what she wanted and what she needed to do. She could feel Ric watching her, waiting for her answer—but not pressuring, not interfering.
Tears slid quietly down her cheeks.
She nodded, ever so slowly, even as her chest threatened to cave in.
