That man is really back?

Oliver gently lifted Cindy into his arms, cradling her as if she were a child again. It had been years since she'd needed this kind of comfort from him, but tonight was different. The fear, the uncertainty—it had all come rushing back, leaving her fragile and exhausted. As Oliver carried her to the bed, her soft breaths mingling with quiet sobs, he couldn't help but feel the weight of his own helplessness pressing down on him.