This fucker is going down, and going down now.
I don’t get a chance to act, however, because Keegan stands. Even though he wronged my ma, I won’t disrespect him.
“Congratulations,” he says, and it surprises me to see he now needs a frame to walk. He was a tough aul’ lad when we first met. My head still hurts from when he drove his shotgun into it. But to see him this frail, it does something to me I can’t explain.
“Thank you,” I reply, shaking his trembling hand as he extends it.
Imogen huddles into his side, her broad smile expressing how happy she is that we’re all together.
It’s still f*****g awkward, but something has shifted with Keegan’s peace offering.
“I’m sorry,” Charlie says. “I don’t mean to stare, but ye look just like Cara.”
Imogen sniffles, clutching at the small gold
