She didn’t.
In her hand, she held Aaron’s dog tags, the chain wrapped carefully around her fingers like something sacred.
And Koda—who had growled at everyone—went still.
Not just quiet.
Still.
The tension in his body shifted, melting into something softer, something almost unrecognizable compared to the animal that had just threatened to tear through anyone who came too close.
Sophie approached the coffin.
She placed her hand on it, her movements slow, deliberate, as though she understood the weight of what she was doing even if she couldn’t fully articulate it.
Koda stepped aside.
Not far. Just enough.
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