Jean sighed, but the small smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. Logan squeezed her hand under the table, silently telling her. It's alright. You're safe. And we're together.
And for a rare, precious moment, the world outside… the threats, the missing people, the heavy truths… faded away. It was just them, sharing coffee, teasing, and a little bit of fragile, hard won peace.
Henry carefully supported Emma as they made their way down the staircase, his arm steady around her waist. Though her steps were cautious, there was a quiet determination in Emma's eyes… she refused to look fragile.
At the foot of the stairs, Hannah stood with her arms folded, watching them descend. A mischievous grin played at her lips, barely hidden.
"Careful, Em," She called, voice dripping with mock drama. "Don't let my depraved brother and his shameless wife's energy trip you up."
Emma blinked, puzzled at first.
"What… what do you mean?" She asked, her voice still faint from recovery.
