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He’s not watching the horizon anymore.
He’s watching me.
Steady.
Certain.
“And we’ll take them,” he adds.
Something about that—
About the way he says it—
Locks into place.
Choice.
Again.
Always.
“Yeah,” I say quietly. “We will.”
His fingers tighten slightly around mine.
Not holding on.
Just reminding me he’s there.
That he’s not going anywhere.
And I believe it.
Not because I need to.
Because I choose to.
A sound drifts from inside the cabin—movement, quiet voices.
Tessa.
Alive.
Safe.
Here.
Everything we fought for.
I exhale slowly, letting the moment settle.
Not perfect.
Not permanent.
But real.
Logan shifts slightly closer.
