Cammy laughed lightly, wiping a stray tear. "Everything's fine. It's just… today's the big day. We're going to find out the baby's gender. Greg's been so excited. He wants to start decorating the nursery and buying baby clothes the second he knows."
Ric smiled through the sadness still glimmering in his eyes. "Ah… I see. That's a beautiful moment. Go on, Cammy. Don't let me hold you up."
She stood up slowly, balancing herself before giving him one last grateful look. "Thank you, Ric. For everything. Really."
Ric nodded. "You'll be a great mom. Again. And I'm just glad… that after all the storms, you're finally seeing sunshine."
As Cammy walked away with Andrea, Ric remained standing, watching her go. His heart ached, but it was no longer from regret—it was from release. He had loved her, lost her, and somehow, still found peace in letting her go.
As Andrea helped steady Cammy on her feet, Greg approached them, pushing a wheelchair with a proud, almost giddy smile.
