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Finally,finally, sirens blast the silence.

I have never been so happy to hear a noise in my life.

Should I get Aidan and bring him over to kiss his mama and say goodbye? It will give Hannah the chance to tell him that she loves him to the moon and back, just like the book they read together every morning.

But what if she can’t get any words out?

What if the sight of his mama so broken scars him for life?

What do I do?

What the fuck do I do?

What is the right course of action when your sister is dying in your arms, while her son is at the side of the road losing his mama and doesn’t even know it?

No.

I don’t want him to remember her this way. I can only pray that shock will spare him from any memories of this fucking awful day.

“Cade…” Hannah’s voice snaps me back, and I lean in as close as possible. Whatever she has to say, I can’t miss a single word. “Follow… heart… be… happy… life… short...”

“I’ll tell her,” I vow. “Hannah, I’ll tell Victory everything, I swear to you. I’ll make things between us right if it’s the last thing I ever do.”

“Aidan… needs… you…”

“Always. Hannah, always.”

I’m staring into her eyes and telling her how much I love her when the light I love so fucking much leaves them.

My screams rival Aidan’s when the paramedics open the door and pull me out of the vehicle, forcing me into the back of an ambulance I have no interest in being near.

How the fuck is this happening right now?

I beg them to let me hold Aidan, but he’s being checked over in a different ambulance. Hannah is in an ambulance, too, and they’re doing compressions like a bad movie, their shouted instructions scaring the shit out of me.

Please, to any god that’s listening, bring her back.

“I don’t need a fucking oxygen mask,” I snap, trying to push the paramedic away from me. “I’m fine. How is Hannah? And please let me go to be with Aidan. He must be terrified.”

“You’ll see them at the hospital,” the paramedic says, her eyes full of sympathy.

“Bothof them?” I demand.

Please don’t let Hannah be going to the morgue.

Oh, God, I’m going to puke.

“Sir, you need to lie down and try to relax, okay? We’ll continue to check you over on route to the hospital.”

But the hospital can’t fix me.

My life is broken into a million fucking pieces.

Chapter 28

Victory

I’minthemiddleof editing a manuscript, and I am in thezone. My phone rings, but I decide that I’ll call whoever it is back after I finish this chapter. And hell, if the writing continues to be this engrossing, maybe after the next one.

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