As the initial shock began to subside, Susan's voice rose above the din, her words measured yet laden with emotion. "Layla was a pillar of strength," she declared, her voice echoing with reverence. "Her memory will guide us forward."
Jude nodded in solemn agreement, his own grief palpable in the haunted depths of his eyes. Layla had been more than a leader; she had been a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.
Amidst the turmoil of emotions, Lucy's unwavering presence steadied the group. She continued to comfort Grace, her voice a steady reassurance amidst the storm of sorrow.
Gradually, the tears abated, replaced by a shared resolve to honor Layla's memory. Sophie and her team, now united in grief with their fellow survivors, stood in silent solidarity.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, Susan spoke with quiet resolve. "Let's go home," she suggested, her voice carrying a note of finality.
