Chapter 249: You’re Stuck With Me
The moment Cammy slid into the backseat of the taxi, the cold weight on her chest began to lift—just a little. As the city streets blurred past the window, so did the memory of Greg’s words, his distant eyes, and that final blow of calling himself her "big brother."
She closed her eyes, exhaled deeply—and when she opened them again, she chose joy. Not for herself. For Dylan.
Her fingers danced across her phone screen, scrolling through parks, museums, indoor playgrounds, and weekend fairs. She bookmarked places with colorful rides and kid-friendly menus, already imagining the excitement lighting up Dylan’s face. Her broken heart could wait. But Dylan’s happiness? That couldn’t.
"Excuse me, can we stop at Chickie Junction? The one with the drive-thru?" she asked the driver with a warm smile, her voice softer now, lighter.
Moments later, bags filled the seat beside her—crispy chicken drumsticks, Dylan’s favorite brownie fudge cake, a large cup of chocolate sundae slowly melting, and of course, the strawberry milkshake he always sipped with two hands. She looked at everything and smiled like a child herself, her heart swelling not with sorrow, but with anticipation.
The taxi pulled up in front of their newly renovated building, and Cammy stepped out, her eyes gleaming with something she hadn’t felt in days—hope.
She gazed up at the rooftop level and whispered to herself with a warm chuckle, "Home sweet home."
She stepped inside, her heels clicking lightly against the hallway floor as she carried the bags of food, humming softly. But the moment she opened the door to their apartment, her steps faltered.
There—right in the foyer—sat a pair of large rubber shoes. Not hers. Not Dylan’s. Definitely not the nanny’s.
Her breath caught.
Laughter echoed from the kitchen. Familiar. Bright. Dylan’s.