No.
God.
No.
Hannah stops breathing for a second.
Actually stops.
The entire tunnel goes silent around her.
Then she whispers the smallest, most shattered word I’ve ever heard in my life.
“No…”
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Hannah
No.
The word keeps echoing inside my head long after Avery’s hand falls still.
No.
No no no—
This can’t be happening.
Not after I finally remembered her.
Not after she found me again.
I stare at Avery’s face while tunnel lights flicker red overhead.
Blood still coats my hands.
Warm.
Real.
And all I can think is—
I promised her.
Somewhere deep inside those broken memories—
I promised her I’d come back.
And I didn’t.
A sound escapes me.
Small.
Broken.
Clay kneels beside me instantly, one hand settling carefully against my back.
