Amy’s POV
I had fond memories of Greenough; memories I want to hold forever.
The greenery came into sight as our car drove through the quiet mid-morning road. I looked out the window trying not to think that this was going to be our last trip here together as a couple, and it was a conversation I was not ready to have with myself.
Sebastian murmured something making me turn my attention to him.
“What was that?” I turned in anticipation, the first words he had said to me since our flight from JFK.
“I said, Rosemary would have been a few months old today,” he repeated still looking out of the window.
I froze in my seat, wondering if the words were truly coming from him. Sebastian had never been expressive about our baby since we lost her, so it came as a surprise that he mentioned
