Meanwhile, Pasco couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling in his chest any longer. He decided to send Debbie a message.
"Hey. I saw you're in Thailand. Hope you're doing well."
When Debbie received the text that evening, her stomach flipped. Filex noticed her sudden change in demeanor and frowned.
"Everything okay?" he asked gently.
Debbie hesitated, then showed him the message. "It's Pasco."
Filex's jaw tightened, but he forced himself to stay calm. "What do you want to do?"
Debbie looked at the message again, her emotions swirling. Part of her wanted to respond, but another part—the stronger
part—knew that her focus should be on the person standing beside her, not the one who had let her go.
"I don't think I want to reply," she said finally, looking up at
Filex. His expression softened, and he pulled her into his arms.
"Whatever you decide, I'm here."
For the first time, Debbie realized that Filex wasn't just her anchor—he was the person she could see a future with.