Gabriel and Amelie stood together under the shroud of a moonless sky. The stars offered little light, as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath.
"I have to go now," Gabriel murmured. They turned to face one another fully, their fingers interlaced in a desperate, grounding grip.
"I'll be there soon," Amelie promised, her eyes reflecting a fierce resolve that matched his own.
"I trust you," Gabriel replied softly. He stepped closer, his hands sliding from her grip to her shoulders. He leaned in, pressing a firm kiss to the center of her forehead, a silent vow of protection.
Leading her back into the warmth of the main hall, they found the remaining family gathered in a tense vigil. Carlos, Mona, and Zilia had already departed with Karmen, leaving a noticeable void in the room. Gabriel finally released Amelie's hand, his gaze lingering on his parents before shifting to the crib. Little Noah was awake, his wide, innocent eyes tracking his father's movements.
