Apologize to her

DON'S POV

"Hey," she said softly, sitting beside me on the bench. "You look miles away. What's going on?"

I shook my head, the scenarios I had concocted to explain our current predicament swirling in my mind. "I can't get any reception. I was trying to call Luca, to... I don't know, hear a familiar voice, maybe get some advice. And then it hit me, Accalia. Who would want us dead? This wasn't an accident. Someone planted that bomb. But why?"

Accalia took my hand, her grip firm and reassuring. "We'll figure this out. Together, okay? We're alive, and that's what matters right now. We've been through a lot, but we're not going to let this break us. Whoever did this, they wanted to scare us, isolate us, make us feel powerless. But look at us," she gestured around, "we're here, we're safe, and we're not alone. We have each other."

Her words stood with a strength I desperately needed, washed over me, grounding me back to the moment, to the reality that despite the trouble, I would figure eve