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“Mom,” Mako admonishes “Don’t make it weird”

Way over the top, Julie

She waves her hand, nonplussed by her words Bringing up Ryan is still… touchy Julie is still grieving and so into tears Every ties deep inside of me

I’ with a hole in her chest every day because I murdered her son Did he deserve it? Absolutely But Julie? She didn’t deserve anything that came her way I wish there were a way I could take away her pain without taking backfar from a perfect world

“It’s okay,” I say lightly “I think he would’ve been happy, too”

Mako squeezes ood thing about that is Ryan’s dead

TWO YEARS LATER

“OH, FUCK”

“What?”

“Ohhhh, fuck,” I groan My husband bursts into the bathroo over ht he needed to save me from

He stops short, inspects ain with confusion I inspect his body in return, ood look at his six pack abs and tattoos covering both arms

I’ll never get used to how delicious he is

“What?” he asks again, drawing me back to reality

“This!” I exclai the stick in his hands

He looks down at it with a mixture of shock, awe and horror Somehow, all three of those emotions are equally pro those same emotions myself