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Part 42: Ones We Thought Were Gone
They didn’t interrupt the moment.
No one spoke as Cero collapsed into his mother’s arms.
Hazel held him with both hands cupped behind his head like she was relearning how to breathe.
Orion stood still.
Sienna blinked away tears.
Even Cairo turned off the scanner.
Some frequencies didn’t need interpretation.
Hazel didn’t look older. Not worn. Not lost.
She looked like she’d been held somewhere gentle.
Like the signal had cradled her memory so completely,
it could return her whole.
Kai stepped forward slowly, unsure whether to kneel or stand.
Hazel met his eyes.
“Thank you for waiting,” she said, voice hoarse but steady.
“We didn’t know we were,” he replied.
Later, as they gathered around the low fire again,
Hazel shared only fragments.
Where she’d been wasn’t a place.
“It was… like being inside a rhythm.
A slow one. Like water over time.
Everything soft. Everything listening.”
She looked to Cero.
“I remembered you every day. But the days didn’t pass the way they do here.”
Cero, curled beside her, asked,
“Did you know you were gone?”
Hazel shook her head.
“No. I knew I was held.”
Orion murmured,
“Like the well itself.”
She nodded.
“I think I was kept… until someone called me back.”
And from across the forest,
as if on cue, the wind carried a distant note—
not loud, not urgent.
Just a memory finding its voice again.
They sat together in the hush,
no longer just searching.
Now… remembering forward.
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