Chapter 59

Trevor

“Sit right there and I’ll bring you a drink.”

I kinda love how my mom still assumes I can’t fend for myself. On the other hand, I’m a grown man who’s lucky to still have the use of his body after everything I went through. “I got it, Mom.”

“Let me take care of you, Trevor,” she leans in giving me a hug. “Let me enjoy the fact you’re still with us.”

Hardly anything anyone else has said hit me the way these words from my mom hits me. I have to bite back the wave of emotion those simple words bring forth. I’m not even sure why this affects me more with such a punch in the gut. I watch as she goes into the kitchen before I turn my attention to my best friend, Renegade.

“How are you?”

He looks up from where he’s rocking the carrier my niece is sleeping in with his foot. Dark circles form half-moons under his eyes, and I’m pretty sure he hasn’t seen a razor in a week. “Tired as fuck,” he admits. “But I’ve never been happier in my life.”