It was time. Cammy's return to work loomed like a storm on the horizon, and with a heart leaden with dread and longing, she embraced Dylan one last time, pressing a trembling kiss to his soft curls before tearing herself away.
She climbed into the driver's seat, Eve already waiting beside her, silent, watchful. Without another word, Cammy turned the ignition and pulled away from the curb.
The image of her son shrinking in the rearview mirror as her chest tightened with every passing second.
"Are you sure you don't want to take the day off?" Eve asked, breaking the silence as they sped down the highway. Her voice was soft, coaxing. "It's Friday. You've been through hell, Cam. No one would blame you if you took a breather."
Cammy gripped the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles paling. "No. I've already been out for four days. That's a lot. Too much, even. Greg did me a favor, a big one.
