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“Joey, please,” she sobbed, clinging to me just the same as always. “What about me?” What about her? What about Tadhg? What about Ollie? What about Sean? What about Darren? “What about me?” I broke down and cried. “What about me, Shannon? What about me
“Don’t depend on her, or Darren, or anyone else, because in the end, the world will let you down. They will all let you down.” Anyone with the Lynch last name, at least.
“You’re a piece of shit for thinking about doing this,” she argued. “But as a whole, you’re a good fucking human, dammit, and I’m not going to stand back and watch another person I know erase themselves from this world because of another asshole’s actions. Because that’s what this is about, right?” she demanded. “Your father?”
“So, what’s it going to be, Joey Lynch? Are we dying tonight, or are we living?” “You’re living,” I begrudgingly conceded, allowing her to pull me back over the railing and onto solid ground. “I’m being emotionally blackmailed.”
“You have them?” Dizziness engulfed me as I tried to comprehend what the fuck he was saying. He had them? My kids? He had them? “You got them out
ALWAYS HIS KIDS
Mam. She didn’t make it. Flinching, Kav spun us around, but it was too late for me. I’d already seen it. I’d seen them. Him and her. My parents. Lying side by side. Even in death.
“Have you ever considered that she might be the one pouring life into him?”
“You’re a good girl.” Her eyes burned with emotion. “With a heart of gold.” I shrugged in response because I didn’t know what to say. “You should take her to him and watch her work her magic,” Nanny said then, turning to Edel. “Return my grandson’s heart to him, and he’ll start living again.”
Im sobbing
“I’ll be seeing ya, Molloy.”
TEARS SO MANY TEARS
“Maybe before they moved on, someone wanted to make sure his first love had a fighting chance with her first love.”
My jaw is on the floor
“If you don’t let me go to the bathroom right this second, I’m going to shit on you!” “Just as I thought. You’re fully dilated, Aoife,” the midwife declared. “You’re ready to deliver.” “A poo?” “No, pet, a baby.”
“I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he replied, voice thick and gruff. “But I will earn it. Because whatever comes our way, from here on out, I’ll be right beside you.” He nuzzled my nose with his before pressing a kiss to my lips. “Because in this version of forever, we get the happy ending, Molloy.”
