Why keep fighting when, in truth, there was nothing left to save or reclaim? The bridges had long burned, the dreams shattered, and every piece of what once was had already slipped beyond reach. Everything worth holding onto had already been ruined, leaving only ashes in its place.
“I always knew he was useless,” Paul spat, his voice rising as Sarah stiffened. “But throwing himself into harm’s way over a woman? That’s both pathetic and unbelievable.”
Sarah’s face tightened, her expression caught between restraint and frustration at her husband's words. “Paul, this isn’t the time for this.” She muttered into her hands, her voice shaking. She then wiped her face, her red-rimmed eyes fixed on Hunter’s pale face. “He’s hurt, Paul—he’s gone through—”
“Spare me the excuses, Sarah,” Paul inter
