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I say in a husky whisper and she breaks into laughing sobs. She lays next to me, her head on my chest and I gingerly run my fingers in her hair. Her sobs calm as she listens to my heart beating and the twins kicking her hand. "It's been two days Jessie," she says in hiccuping breaths. "Skye regrets the implants because of the gunshots and you ending in the hospital." "I'm sorry," I choke quietly and she looks up at me. I smile lightly and say, " It would have been a boy, Elliott."

Too much. The skids touched down, hard. So hard my teeth clacked together. We bounced back into the air. I reduced the collective more, and we dropped again. This time we hit and stayed down, but we were still spinning. The world rotated around us, doctors, equipment, the rooftop door. We spun like a top, the skids scraping across the concrete. I shut down the throttle—just twisted everything off. The engine wound down with a dying whine. The rotors began to slow. We were still spinning, but slower now, slower...