His broad shoulders slumped, almost as if his body were caving in on itself. “The General has five hundred soldiers. I’m just one man. I’m not some kind of superhero.” “You’re one of us, now. They won’t give you up, not even to save themselves.” His face crumpled. Something despondent in his eyes. His stoic toughness faltered. “I can’t save this town, Hannah.” His voice cracked. “I can’t.” He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. What an incredible burden to bear without breaking.
