Finnegan
I stood in the same room where we'd once held the service for Devin's first death, staring at all the pictures of him.
I remembered how my mother had sobbed like her world had ended, knowing full well that Devin was alive. I remembered how she had guilted me for being alive while my brother was dead and in so many ways I had had for dampen my spirits around her just because I understood that losing two important people in her life must have taken a toll on her.
But they had really treated me like a fool instead. The black urn containing his ashes sat on the altar.
Let the old Wolfe legacy end here, I thought, my fingers tightening around Abigail's hand where she stood beside me. Let it turn to ash and scatter on the wind.
I was done. Devin had been the last chain tying me down, and now I could finally look ahead.
