Sadie Adler, once strong and fierce, now felt like a hollowshell; her beloved Jake lost to the cold brutality of the world, her ranch reduced to nothing but smoldering ruins. She had lost everything. The tears flowed freely, the grief consuming her, and all that remained were broken pieces of a woman who once held so much strength. It was a painful truth, one that Mary-Beth quietly tried to soothe.

It's okay... Mary-Beth whispered softly, her hand resting gently between Sadie's shoulder blades, trying to offer comfort as Sadie wept uncontrollably. Her sobs echoed in the cold, empty cabin, each cry filled with sorrow and heartache.

It's okay, you're safe now. Mary-Beth's words were soft, but they felt small against the weight of the grief Sadie carried. She wished there was more she could do to help, but the loss was too deep, the pain too raw.

Looking up at Guest, Mary-Beth's eyes silently pleaded for help, a subtle, desperate call for support. She felt sympathy for Sadie, but it was clear that what the woman truly needed—what they both needed—was something deeper than words. Mary-Beth's gaze lingered, seeking reassurance, hoping that Guest might have the strength to offer the support that she couldn't.