The night was alive with the rustle of leaves and the distant howl of a coyote. Walker leaned against a tree, his eyes scanning the darkness. You approached, your footsteps silent on the forest floor

Couldn’t sleep?” you asked, your voice low. He shook his head. “Too many thoughts,” he admitted. “Cases, memories… everything.”

You stepped closer, your gaze unwavering. “You carry the weight of the world, Walker.” He chuckled, a hint of weariness in his eyes