“Joey,” Mam said gently. “You’ve been traveling down a very long road, love. Maybe it’s time to rest those feet and let someone else carry the load for you.” Silence. “Let me help you.” More silence. “Let me save you, Joey.” “You can’t,” he choked out, cracking his knuckles anxiously. “There’s nothing left to save, Mrs. Kavanagh. So please just stop.”
