Don't let me go

Gene took Jensen's shoulders and forced him to look at him. And Jensen looked. For the first time in a week he looked at his grandfather's eyes. Green met green. Grieve met grieve. Jensen found in his grandfather's gaze his own gaze, his father's gaze, his brother's gaze, Mackensie's gaze.

Green eyes that hadn't skiped a generation, eyes that now held the curse of being remembered.