“Did you ever check on your mom?” I ask Knight. “Yeah. She said she is good. She also said that she loves me more than she loves you.” I narrow my eyes. “She did not.” “Did too.” Knight shrugs, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Bull…’s head.” I clear my throat. Knight jumps and high-fives Vaughn. “Told you I’d get him to say a bad word! I’m goooood.” He is good, and I am blessed. And whole. And fucking alive. Thanks to her.
