Not happy about it.
Of course.
But he’s here.
Alive.
That’s what matters.
My gaze shifts—
And lands on Hannah.
She’s across the deck.
Talking to one of the other doctors.
But she’s not really focused on the conversation.
Not fully.
Because every so often—
Her eyes drift.
Right back to him.
Yeah.
That’s not subtle.
Not to anyone paying attention.
And Clay?
He’s not looking at her.
Not once.
But I’ve seen the way his focus shifts.
The way his attention tracks—
Without turning his head.
He knows exactly where she is.
Yeah.
That’s going to be a problem.
I almost smile.
Because I’ve seen this before.
That push.
That pull.
