She was worried you weren’t sleeping.”

I remembered the times Hannah had insisted I go home, shower, eat a real meal.

I’d taken those suggestions as attempts to spare me the sight of her hurting.

Maybe they were.

But maybe she’d also been caring for me the way I had cared for her.

“She said you worked very hard to keep everyone hopeful,” Clara continued.

“She sounded proud of you.”

That was the sentence that finally broke me.