“Wait,” she implored, her grip gentle but firm, anchoring him in place. The gathered crowd faded to a distant buzz as she looked into his eyes—eyes that held a mix of defiance and something deeper—pain, perhaps? “What’s your name?” she asked softly.
“Leo,” he mumbled, shifting on the spot, as if unsure whether to bolt or stay.
“Thank you, Leo. You saved my life…our lives,” she said, nodding to her stomach. “I need to know—how can I repay you?”
