“Now I’m like you, Mom.” “How, baby?” Her eyes stayed locked on Colt. “We both have brothers out here.” Another wave of grief came for me, dragging me under waves so thick I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see my way to the surface. How did anyone live through losing a child? Why didn’t the pain simply stop my heart as it constantly threatened and send me with him? Maisie’s hand found mine, and air trickled into my lungs. “We do.” I finally found the strength to answer her. “Beckett matches us, too.” She turned her attention to where Beckett was nodding and shaking hands with the last of the line.
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I AM SOBBINGGGGG!
