My smile was tinged with pain, breaths choking up with hers as she nodded. “I’ll be dying happy, Logan. So fucking happy.” Jesus Christ, I didn’t want her to go. I couldn’t speak, because my words would break in my throat. She didn’t push me, just rested her helmet against mine and held me tighter. “I’m so glad I’m leaving you with a smile on your face, boy. So damn glad.” I forced down the pain with a nod. “Stay as long as you can, Mum.”
