Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard." — Winnie the Pooh ————————————————————
Chapter 77 <—————————————>
Maggie
My grandmother had been right about so many things. I had found friends who were like family. Knowledge. A man who completed my soul, and my heart alike. The normalcy I had once dreamt of.
But my grandmother had also been wrong about one thing...
I couldn't do this without her.
"Mags? Did you hear me?"
My gaze lifted from the untouched cup of tea. My brother's red-rimmed eyes held mine.
I hadn't even realized I'd chewed my nail to the nub until the skin tore, a metallic taste on my tongue. A warm hand grabbed mine and gently lowered it.
"Maggie," Luke said, his thumb sweeping over my hand, concern in his eyes. "Did you hear your brother?"
I shook my head or maybe I didn't. I didn't know, and I didn't care. I didn't have a reason to anymore.
I couldn't avoid the three pairs of eyes on me; they surrounded the table.
"What did you say?" I mumbled.
Jax sighed, his hand covering his face, before Tony picked it up, kissing it in understanding. Jax managed a trembly smile before it faded.
"The funeral," he repeated, looking at me. "It's in a couple of hours."
"So?"
They all kept staring at me, making my skin itch with agitation, as if there weren't any other fucking people in the room.
"So?" Jax repeated, disbelief filling his eyes. "You're not going?"
My expression remained still. "No."
Luke gently squeezed my hand. "Maggie, baby, I know it's going to be hard, but your grandmother would want—"
"It doesn't matter," I muttered. "She's gone."
Jax sat up, anger brewing in his green eyes. "Does that mean our respect for her is gone, too?"
I couldn't answer. My mind was resorting to its most familiar form: dark. Bad. Negative.
Two days had passed since my grandmother's last breath. Two days since my own seemed to leave with her.
