a female police officer climbs out, along with a man dressed similarly to Bash—only his shirt reads Alberta Wildfire. He rounds the front of the vehicle and jogs toward me as I roll down the window. “Gwen?” he asks. “Yeah, that’s me,” I say, trying not to give in to the welling tears in my eyes. There’s an embroidered patch over his heart that spells out Eaton and I focus on that instead. “So glad we found you.” He smiles, and it might be the most reassuring smile in the world. Something about him screams confident and capable, and it eases the knot in my chest. He reaches a hand toward me.
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