Cammy inhaled deeply, her chest rising with the weight of the words she was about to speak. Her hand found Greg’s, and she held it tightly as she looked into his eyes—eyes that had seen her through pain, transformation, and now... purpose.
"I’ve made a decision," she said quietly at first, but her voice strengthened with each word. "I want to use the money I got from the divorce to help renovate the orphanage."
Greg blinked, surprised—but he didn’t interrupt.
"I an it, Greg," she continued, emotion swelling in her voice. "That money was born from pain and betrayal, but maybe it can finally do sothing good. I don’t need it. I’ll be getting inco from CorEx soon anyway, and even if I spend all of it on the orphanage, I know I’ll earn it back. What matters now is giving those kids a real place to call ho. A place that doesn’t break your heart the mont you step through the gate. Would... would that be okay with you?"
Greg didn’t answer right away. He simply stared at her for a mont, as if seeing her in a new light. Then, a soft smile ford on his lips.
"Cammy," he said gently, "why are you asking for permission? That’s your money. You earned it. You endured everything that ca before it. You want to use it to help others? That just makes love you more."
He leaned closer, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. "Besides, you do not have to save a cent. My money is yours. Every damn cent of it. We’re a team now, rember?"
Cammy’s breath hitched, but Greg wasn’t finished. His eyes grew distant for a mont, clouded by mories.
"Truth is... I was planning the sa thing," he confessed. "When I saw that place today, it reminded of where I ca from. Before Feli... I an, before my mother brought to my father, because we had nothing. We barely ate. We slept on cold floors. I know what it feels like to be forgotten. It’s not easy to be poor."
He cleared his throat, his voice cracking with emotion. "I’ve been donating to charities and organizations for years... but today, when I saw those kids, those babies—I knew this one had to be different. We’re not just writing checks. We’re building sothing. Together."
Cammy launched into his arms again, but this ti Greg was ready. He caught her and held her close as she sobbed quietly against his chest.
"I love you," she whispered over and over. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
Greg pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Let’s talk about the renovation plans at ho, okay? Right now, we need food—and I think the others are probably waiting on us."
Hand in hand, they walked toward the cafeteria. Cammy’s radiant smile lit up the hallway like sunshine breaking through a storm. The mont she entered, Sarah noticed it instantly.
"You look like a woman who just got proposed to again," Sarah teased. "Is your overly protective husband no longer panicking?"
Cammy laughed as she settled into the chair Greg had gallantly pulled out for her. "No more panicking. In fact... we have two pieces of very good news."
Sarah leaned in, eyes wide. "Don’t leave hanging!"
Cammy looked at Greg, and he gave her a reassuring nod. "We’ve decided to adopt the twins."
The words hadn’t even finished leaving her lips before Sarah shot up from her chair and threw her arms around Cammy, squeezing her tightly with uncontainable joy.
"Oh my God! That’s amazing! Are you absolutely sure?"
It was Greg who answered, his voice firm and heartfelt. "We are. The mont I saw them... I felt sothing. I knew they belonged with us. Honestly, I’m the one who told Cammy we should adopt them."
Cammy’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. Her voice trembled as she added, "I had twin girls once... before. They were premature and... they didn’t survive. They only lived for a week. But when I saw these two, it was like... God was giving a second chance. A chance to be the mother I lost the chance to be."
For a mont, the room fell into a reverent silence. Sarah’s hands flew to her heart, overwheld. "Oh, Cammy..." she whispered. "This is ant to be. It’s fate. You were there when they arrived—you were ant to find them. They were ant to find you."
She wiped her eyes, then grabbed her phone. "I have to tell Sister Olivia. This is the kind of miracle she prays for every night. I’ll be right back!"
As she walked off to share the news, Cammy sat there with her hand still in Greg’s, her heart thundering with love, loss, and sothing new—hope.
After a quiet, fulfilling lunch, Greg gave Cammy a gentle kiss on the forehead before heading back to work, promising to check in later.
Cammy, accompanied by Sarah and Hanna, made her way back to the orphanage—her heart full, her mind already brimming with ideas.
As the car rolled to a stop in front of the orphanage, Sister Olivia was already standing outside the main building, her arms stretched open with anticipation.
The mont Cammy stepped out, the nun rushed forward and wrapped her in a warm, tearful embrace.
"Cammy!" Sister Olivia cried, her voice trembling with emotion. "You haven’t even finished your shift here, and already you’ve given us more than I ever dread to ask for!"
Cammy returned the hug tightly, her eyes closing as if trying to absorb the mont. "You don’t need to thank , Sister," she said gently.
"I’m not doing this for recognition. Helping here... being with these children... it gives my heart purpose. This is healing for , just as much as it helps them."
Sister Olivia pulled back, her eyes misty but shining. "Then you are a rare soul, my dear. And if this is part of your healing, then I pray it gives you everything you’re looking for."
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