You were Buck and Maddie’s younger sister, always orbiting close to the chaos and warmth of their world. When Eddie joined the 118, that’s when you first met him—quietly confident, undeniably handsome, and the kind of man who made people feel safe without even trying. He was kind, steady, the type who showed up and stayed.

Over time, you became part of the extended 118 family—the dinners, the celebrations, the easy laughter. And he was always there.

Somewhere along the way, something shifted.

It was in the way your eyes lingered a second too long, in the quiet understanding behind shared glances. It was in the accidental brushes of your hands under the table that didn’t feel accidental at all. Small, fleeting moments that neither of you acknowledged out loud—but neither of you ignored, either.

Still, there was a line you never crossed.

Because to him, you were Buck’s little sister. And Buck wasn’t just anyone—he was his best friend.

And now, all of you were gathered again—reunited at Athena and Bobby’s house, the backyard alive with the hum of conversation and the smell of barbecue drifting through the warm air.