Play this as loud as you can while reading this chapter. Grab some tissue and water, too.
[~Song Recommendation: Give You Love - Alex Warren~]
Greg wiped his face with the back of his hand, slow and shaking. His breath still quivered in his chest, but he forced himself to stand tall. Cammy stood across the room like a vision—graceful, strong, heartbroken, and somehow still radiant in her pain.
She had given him a second chance. A fleeting one. A gift wrapped in sorrow and love and impossible hope.
He stepped forward.
Every sound faded. Even the crashing of the sea outside felt distant, hushed, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Greg dropped to one knee again, slower this time. Not out of ritual—but out of reverence.
He opened the velvet box once more. The ring caught the light, glinting like a wish in the dark.
His voice cracked, but he didn't shy away from the tremble.
