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"Hey."
The touch of Heather's hand on his startles Jake. He turns away from the gathering storm clouds to meet her gaze.
"We're gonna be okay."
He's not sure if he believes her, or if she truly believes it herself, but he can see she believes in him. To do what he can, all that he can, for those depending on him.
She is a sudden center of calm in the growing maelstrom: offering help while others silently clamor for it or look to him to lead.
Her words give him strength to go on. He nods, accepting the gift.