Ruby’s POV
At the bend of the trail, Roger is there, rigid as stone, eyes bright and desperate. He looks like he’s been holding his breath the whole time.
Tyler stands with him, half a step back, like a wall Roger can lean on without admitting he needs it. He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t push.
I don’t say a word, I just tilt my head toward the lake.
Roger’s face crumbles with relief that hurts me to see. He swallows hard and nods once. Then starts walking. Slow at first, careful like he’s afraid to trip over his own hope. Then faster. Like he’s afraid that this moment will vanish if he hesitates.
I keep moving.
Tyler falls into step beside me, close enough that his warmth brushes my arm, but he doesn’t touch. We leave the lake behind.
I glance back once. Roger stops near the waterline,
