Eleanor stood near the end, unhurried.
Michael approached her quickly.
“Ms. Hayes—”
She raised a hand gently.
“Not here.”
He nodded immediately. He understood.
From a distance, Daniel watched. He knew he needed to approach her, but the words felt heavier now, harder to find.
Still, he stepped forward.
“Ms. Hayes…”
She turned to him.
Her expression held no anger. No warmth either.
Just clarity.
“Yes, Captain?”
He inhaled slowly.
“I’ll accept whatever decision you make.”
She looked at him for a long moment.
It was uncomfortable—not because of hostility, but because of honesty.
