Ally's POV

　　The air in the room is thick with tension, laced with an undercurrent of something unspoken. My breath hitches as I trace my gaze over the jagged line marring Elliot's otherwise flawless forehead- a stark reminder of his sacrifice. The scar stands out, a deliberate imperfection on his skin that speaks volumes of his silent protection. It's impossible not to be moved by the sight.

　　"Elliot..." My voice trembles slightly, words failing to encapsulate the ...