ETHAN'S POV (58yr later) I look at the ceiling and blink hard as I push the water from my eyes. Mom squeezes my hand, but I don't look at her. If I look at her, I will lose it. I have dreaded this moment for so long, and now that it is here.....I feel like a part of my soul is dying. "Ethan," my sister's soft voice calls out, and I immediately move to her bedside. I drop down to my knees so she can see me. My father, Jackson, doesn't even look in my direction, but I am used to it. "I'm right here, Sassy," I whisper as I take her weathered hand in my youthful one. "I love you, little brother..... I am so proud of the man that you have become...... I wish I had gotten to meet your mate. I wanted to tell her embarrassing stories.....like when I gave you a paint bomb..... for your thirteenth birthday," Sasha whispers with a small smile pullin
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