Not dramatically.
Just—
quietly.
Like everything tonight finally became too much.
Avery.
Gabriel.
The memories.
The children.
Wu.
The list.
All of it.
I reach for her immediately.
“Hannah.”
The second my arms wrap around her, she collapses against me.
Completely.
Her forehead presses into my neck while she shakes silently in the rain.
And hearing her cry?
That might honestly be the thing that kills me.
Because she spent years surviving horrors most people couldn’t even imagine—
and somehow she still became soft enough to care about people.
To save people.
To love people.
God.
I am so far gone for this woman.
I slide one hand into her wet hair gently.
“You’re okay.”
Lie.
Nothing about this is okay.
But I say it anyway because right now she needs something solid to hold onto.
“You found them,” I murmur softly. “You remembered them.”
