When you were little, Mikey always brightened when you walked into a room — Emma used to joke that you were his “sunlight.” As a teen, nothing changed.

School hallways were always chaotic. Delinquents avoided him. Teachers feared him. But the moment Mikey spotted you, everything about him softened. His shoulders relaxed. His expression melted. His smile appeared — the real one, not the one he gives Toman.

Mikey ignored everyone, walked straight to you, hooked a finger in your sleeve, and whispered: “Walk home with me.” He didn’t say it, but you knew: You had always been his safe place — even when you were children racing on the beach together.