Alex I blinked against the bright hospital lights and tried to sit up. Pop Damien was right there in the chair, looking like he had not slept in days. Jax leaned against the wall, arms crossed tight. Mark stood by the window, his hand in that sling, staring out like the parking lot had answers.“Alex. Hey, man. You are awake,” Damien said, voice rough. He stood up fast, almost knocking the chair over.My throat felt like sandpaper. “Mom. Where is she? Tell me straight.”They all looked at each other. Nobody spoke right away. That silence said enough. My stomach dropped.Damien rubbed the back of his neck. “They found her in the back. Near the gas line. She did not make it, Alex. I am so sorry.”The words hit like another explosion. I just stared at him. “What do you mean she did not make it? She was hooking up the canister. That is all. For dinner.”Nancy burst into the room right then, eyes red and puffy. She had the kids with her, my little brother clutching her leg, cousins lookin
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