To Haymitch, Annie surely must have looked like a completely different person. They'd never interacted all that much in 13, and she was far from the skinny, fearful creature who had been rescued from the Capitol. Tristan perched on one hip, she looked like any happy, healthy young mother, the stability and freedom of the Nexus a lifetime from the secrets and cruelty of Panem.

"You're back," she simply said, smiling as she hitched Tristan higher. The baby's wispy blonde curls were starting to get long; recently she'd wondered whether she'd ever have the heart to cut them.