Mama

FORREST

I GOT back to the penthouse.

My mother and Meadow were engaged in a serious conversation in the living room.

“Mama, can we talk?” I threw Meadow a glare, hoping she would not try to be so dumb as not to get the message. “Alone, please?”

Scowling, Meadow stomped upstairs. I sat beside Mama once Meadow was out of sight. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into my arms.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her when my anger wore off. I missed her terribly, but I couldn’t risk her being with me. I had to sacrifice something for us when she would be safe in return.

“I’m good. You worry too much when I should be the one worrying about your suicide mission.”

I kissed the top of her head.

I knew she was right from the start—it was a suicide, but I wanted answers. Once this was over, I knew everything we sacrificed for would pay off.

All I needed was closure and a new life.

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