Greg made a quick stop at one of the fancy clothing boutiques near his penthouse, stepping inside with a sense of urgency. He needed to get Cammy something comfortable to wear—something untouched by the events of the night. Meanwhile, she remained in his car, her delicate figure bathed in the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the tinted windows.
She stared blankly outside, her mind adrift, lost in a storm of thoughts she couldn't escape. The world beyond the glass moved at its usual pace—cars speeding by, people laughing on sidewalks, neon lights flickering—but inside, within the confines of the car, there was only silence.
When Greg returned, he slid into the driver's seat and reached for her, his fingers wrapped gently around her left hand. He gave it a soft squeeze, grounding her back to him, back to the present.
