"...I do. I remember all of that day."

How could she forget it? Every part of their reunion was engraved into her memory, their mutual disbelief cracking and yielding to a torrent of joy. How it felt to embrace them under actual sunshine. Hope reviving from where it might have shriveled to but a sprout into a garden in her chest.

The air out here is crisp enough that Helena feels it with every breath, filling her chest. If it gets any colder, she might make clouds when she exhales.