“Lena?”
I turned.
Noah was there, sitting in his wheelchair, still waking up.
“Who is it?”
The man looked at him—
and everything changed.
His face broke.
Shock. Recognition. Emotion all at once.
“Noah…?” he said under his breath.
Noah narrowed his eyes, studying him.
“I know you,” he said slowly. “I don’t know how… but I know your face.”
