There are so many things Milly doesn't understand — why he's alive when they were so sure he was dead, why he's here now, why he's trying so hard to lie to her — but she knows it's her brother standing in front of her. It's Jack. The more he talks, the stronger her conviction grows, memories sparking to life like too much electricity run through old bulbs. She knows it's him, and she knows, somehow, that if she lets him get away now, she'll probably never see him again.
She can't let that happen.
Milly's hand misses his arm the first time, but she grabs for him again with renewed determination, her grip tight and unrelenting. He's different and she doesn't fully understand how, but right now, she's less afraid of hurting him, and far, far more afraid of letting him go.
YESSSS
There are so many things Milly doesn't understand — why he's alive when they were so sure he was dead, why he's here now, why he's trying so hard to lie to her — but she knows it's her brother standing in front of her. It's Jack. The more he talks, the stronger her conviction grows, memories sparking to life like too much electricity run through old bulbs. She knows it's him, and she knows, somehow, that if she lets him get away now, she'll probably never see him again.
She can't let that happen.
Milly's hand misses his arm the first time, but she grabs for him again with renewed determination, her grip tight and unrelenting. He's different and she doesn't fully understand how, but right now, she's less afraid of hurting him, and far, far more afraid of letting him go.
"Jack!"