Sally’s words lingered in the air.

Then Carlson spoke again.

“We knew Mark, Sam’s father,” he said.

I looked at him, confused. “What?”

Carlson nodded. “We served with him. Years ago.”

“He used to carry Sam everywhere,” Sally added. “Anywhere Sam couldn’t go on his own, Mark made sure he didn’t miss out. After… after he died, I tried my best. But there were things I just couldn’t recreate for Sam.”

Her voice tightened, but she kept going.

“When I picked him up yesterday, he was different. The last time I saw him like that was six years ago, before his father died in combat. He couldn’t stop talking about the trees, the birds, the view from the top… things he had never experienced before. He said it felt like the world finally opened up to him.”

Sally smiled through her tears. Harris did too.

Leo gave a small smile.

Sally looked at him again.

“And he said it was because of you.”

Leo shifted awkwardly. “I just… carried him.”

The other officer shook his head gently.

“No. You did more than that. He told Sally that when your legs were shaking and you could barely stand, he begged you to leave him and get help. But you refused.”

I looked down at Leo.

He didn’t deny it.

“I wasn’t going to do that,” he said quietly.

“I know,” Sally replied.

The second officer, who introduced himself as Captain Reynolds, added, “What mattered wasn’t just that you carried him. It’s that when it became truly difficult, you made a choice. You stayed.”

He paused, letting that sink in.