“She blinked—and for a moment, remembered that evening in Lanikai.”

She remembered it now—how it felt. She held the memory like a small fire cupped in her hands—a warmth that pressed into her chest with both joy and ache. Of all the things she’d lost, it was this thread she still clung to. The warmth of that moment pressed against her chest with a weight she didn’t want to lose. She blinked—and for a moment, remembered that evening in Lanikai.