“Why thank you; although I’m tired. I need sleep. I must look a wreck, but you’re right, we need to get Sierra inside.” I nod to where they all seem to have everything under control. Catching sight of the bed coming into view and Colton stuck to his mom’s side, her hand in his once more, even though she is still dead to the world. He’s looking at her with so much adoration, fixated, that it makes me feel completely broken as I watch him. A longing for that without complication, without this mess between us. To have him look at me the way he’s looking at her, that unconditional...