Christopher’s POV Vermont had been a temporary escape. A place where the cold air numbed my thoughts, where I could pretend, even for a moment, that the weight of my choices wasn’t pressing down on me. But it was time to leave. Eko stood at the doorway of his small house, arms crossed, his face unreadable. I had never been good at reading him anyway, he had a way of looking at people like he already knew what they were about to do, as if the universe whispered secrets to him. “You’re really leaving, huh?” he finally said. I nodded. “Yeah. But I’ll come back.” Eko studied me for a long moment. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Christopher.” I let out a small breath, half a laugh. “I’m not. I’ll be back.” Something in his expression softened, just a little. “Good. You need it more

