Pictures

Greg could hardly stand the wait as he watched Harry go through the photos he had printed. "Well? Who is she, and how do you know her?" Greg asked and the sound of impatience was clear in his voice.

"Isn't she the mother of the boy at the airport? The one who lost his inhaler, and you helped out?"

Greg's eyes widened in sudden recognition—Cammy and that woman were the same person. "You're right! How did I not recognize her?"

"Well, to be fair, you were pretty drunk when you met her again on your first day in the resort. Your brain probably wasn't working at full capacity. And, honestly, she didn't look as pretty as she did at the airport than how beautiful she looked in your picture. She seemed like she'd been crying for hours when we saw her with her son. She was a mess at that time. And where the hell did you find this picture?"