“Queen.” My heart soared to new heights. There he is. He’s still here. “Hey, stud,” I replied, using my shoulder to wipe a rogue tear from my cheek as I continued to cradle his face to my stomach. “I’m right here.” “Am I dead?” “No, baby, you’re not dead.” I tilted his face up so that I could look at him. “You’re safe, okay?” Lonesome green eyes, so full of heartache and loss, stared up at me. “Is she dead?” Sniffling back a sob, I cupped his tearstained face between my hands and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Yeah, baby, your mam didn’t make it.” He didn’t react. He didn’t stiffen or flinch
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