Annie's voice wavered as it came through the phone, fragile and full of hesitation.
[C-Can we meet in person? Please, Greg. I just... I need to say some things. And I want to offer you something—something you won't be able to refuse.]
Greg exhaled slowly, gripping the phone tighter. He had no desire to see either Annie or Duncan face to face, and until now, he'd chosen to let their respective lawyers handle every interaction. It was cleaner. Less emotional.
But Annie... Annie was a different story.
There had been a time when he burned with hatred for her. He wanted revenge so badly he could taste it—he only delayed it because of her pregnancy.
And then Cammy entered his life, and slowly, that thirst for vengeance was replaced by something positive: peace, healing, and a resolve to move forward. Justice, not vengeance is what he desire now.
Still, that didn't mean he didn't have a few words of his own to deliver. Things that had been buried in his chest for far too long.
