Page 136 of Chasing Sarah

COLSON ADAM WILKSON – JANUARY 2001 to NOVEMBER 2021.

Each have ‘BELOVED BROTHER. LOST BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN’ etched below their names.

One moment – one decision, altered the course of Sarah’s life forever.

“I wish I had the chance to meet the men who meant everything to the love of my life. A part of me wishes I could turn back time and prevent Sarah from losing you, but then that would mean I’d never get the chance to meet her – to love her.” I remove a hand and swipe it down my mouth.

“And that’s not something I’m willing to trade.” I study the headstones with a frown. “I love your sister with everything in me. I hope that if you were here, you’d give me your blessing.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and lick my lips. “I will spend the rest of forever loving her, taking care of her, and showing her that it’s okay to move on even when it hurts.

Because if you’re anything like the men Sarah says you were, you’d want her to be happy and live her life.”

I take the small velvet box from my pocket and open it. A small smile lifts the corner of my mouth as I take in the oval-shaped sapphire set on a simple silver band.

“So, on the off chance that you’re listening.” I tilt my head to the sky. “I’d really like to have your blessing to marry your sister.”

An odd sensation forms in my chest. I’m not sure what to make of it.

I don’t feel uneasy or anxious. Just… aware.

Yeah, that’s it. Awareness has me glancing around. I feel as though there are eyes on me.

“I promise to bring her back as often as we can, and I promise that whenever we have children, they will know you.”

With that, I walk down the path toward my bike.

Straddling it, I shove on my helmet. As I’m strapping it under my chin, I pause.

What the fuck?

I squint, trying to see if my eyes are playing tricks.

I swear I see 4 tall figures standing where Sarah’s brothers rest.

Warm fills my chest.

I have their blessing.

I wake with a gasp when freezing water is dumped on my head. My hands are bound behind the metal chair which my legs are also strapped to.

A figure to my right catches my attention.

“Morning, sunshine,” the lanky fuck taunts.

I can’t remember shit other than heading out to the docks to gather some information for Declan.

Foggy-brained, I take in my surroundings. The walls are bare and concrete, so I must be in some sort of basement.

My head whips to the side when someone punches my jaw. “He said ‘morning’.” My eyes widen when I see the hulky figurebefore me.

“You’re a big fucker, aren’t you?”

All their attention is focused on me so it’s safe to assume I’m alone. Either the others are being held somewhere else or they’re dead.

Hopefully it’s the former and not the later.

The Thanos looking motherfucker moves to punch me again, but he’s stopped when the lanky one holds up his hand.

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