I stayed seated in the car, watching the Morrigans rush out one after another, drawn toward the crash site like something was pulling them there.
The scene felt painfully familiar.
Too familiar.
It mirrored the night they found me broken, cold, and barely there. My chest tightened as the memory brushed too close. The air carried the same sharp bite. The same heavy silence before grief exploded.
Vivian reached the railing first. She clutched it like it was the only thing keeping her upright, screaming into the night.
"Is my son okay?"
Her voice cracked the stillness.
The rescue team had already brought the body up. Vivian's eyes were red, swollen, almost feral with panic as she lunged forward.
"Doctor, please!" she screamed. "Save my son!"
I didn't need anyone to say it.
Lewis's people had already confirmed it at the base of the cliff. Nolan was gone.
