Sawyer thought he might be hyperventilating. If she was… then that meant… “Goddess?” “I told you I prefer Mother.” “Yes, ma’am.” “And you still don’t like that word.” Sawyer laid his hand over hers where it rested on his arm. “No, I like that word a lot. It’s special. And… so are you.” He gulped. “Mother.” “Oh, sweet boy. You are just the heart this world needs. So full of love. That’s the key. You’ll need that love to do what must be done. You’ll find your loves and it’ll make you so strong. Trust in it, Sawyer. Trust in them. With your whole heart.”
