Mira's POV.

I woke at dawn. Knew it was today. My legs barely worked. Seventy-three years carried a weight nobody could hold forever. But I stood anyway. Found a white flower growing by the medical building.

First bloom of spring. Picked it. Felt petals soft against my palm. "Where are you going?" Garrett asked, appearing from nowhere. "The tree."

"You went yesterday."

"That was different. Today is the last time."

"How do you know?"

"I know." He didn't argue. Walked beside me. Silent. "You ...