JUDY’S POV
Enough of reminiscing about last night. I was time I finished showering.
The morning was bittersweet. The sun cast a soft glow across the room, but my heart felt heavy knowing this would be the last morning Chris and I would share for a while.
Once I was back from the bathroom, I found Chris already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at his half-packed luggage. His usually confident expression was replaced by something softer, more like unguarded.
“I guess this is it,” he murmured, glancing over at me with a small, rueful smile.
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat.
“Let me help you finish packing,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
Together, we folded clothes and organised his stuffs in the suitcase. The small, everyday act felt like a grounding
