Chapter 284: Bravest
Cammy sat quietly in bed, her fingers moving with delicate precision as she sewed tiny baby mittens. The steady rhythm of the needle was soothing, almost meditative—a small comfort amidst the storm her life had become.
She was holding onto Grace’s promise like a lifeline: that soon, she’d be able to see Dylan, even if only for a fleeting moment. That hope, no matter how fragile, gave her strength.
Andrea, sitting nearby with a soft blanket draped over her lap, watched her work in awe.
"It’s rare nowadays to see women who still know how to sew," she commented, her tone filled with admiration. "Especially with such care."
Cammy offered a wistful smile, her eyes never leaving the small piece of fabric in her hands. "You’re right. When I was pregnant with Dylan, I used to spend hours sewing little clothes for him. It made me feel close to him—even before he was born.
But life... it got too busy after he arrived. I had to let it go." Her voice trailed off, tinged with quiet regret.
Before Andrea could respond, the door creaked open slowly. A familiar face peeked in.
Cammy’s expression immediately brightened. "Greg? What are you doing here so early?"
Greg stepped inside, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips. "It’s Friday. I figured the world wouldn’t collapse if I skipped work today. So I went to the mall instead." He stepped aside, revealing what he’d been hiding behind the door.
"Ta-da!" he declared, holding up a small, sleek, pastel-colored sewing machine.
Cammy gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my God... you didn’t." Her eyes glistened, overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture.