Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
AJ carries Twitch’s name.
My baby’s full name is Antonio Falco Jr.
The check was not a surprise to me. I always knew Twitch would look after me. Not always the way I wanted.
He always did the right thing the wrong way.
But he loved me. In his own way. I know he did.
The thing is, I’m still in love with him.
Looking down at the marble gravestone, the bridge of my nose tingles.
Lip quivering, I choke out, “It never gets any easier, babe. Someday, I want to come here and leave without crying.” The tears fall freely. “But I can’t. It’s too hard.” I sniffle. “I still feel you. I know it’s crazy, but I feel you watching me. It brings me comfort. Even if it is just in my head. Sometimes I can’t stop myself from looking for you. I would give anything to see that hood.”
Wiping at my cheeks, I take a deep breath, inhale, and exhale slowly. “I love you. Your son loves you.” My voice trembles, “I hope you’re up there feeling the love. Because we still feel you down here. AJ is proud you’re his daddy. And so am I.” Walking backwards, I whisper, “You’re forever my hero. Happy birthday, Twitch.”
I walk over to my son, take him by the hand, and together, we make our way to our car. AJ breaks free and runs back to Twitch. Digging into his pockets, he removes his little fists from his pants and lays the M&M’s on the gleaming headstone before running back to me, smiling. He reaches me panting, and wrapping an arm around him, I lean down and kiss his sweet-smelling head. Reaching up, he takes my hand once more. A familiar feeling washes over me.
My heart aches as I walk away from the only man I’ve ever loved.
I watch from my usual spot, the binoculars helping me see as clearly as possible.
AJ’s hands covered in marker makes me cry like a fucking baby.
Seeing Lexi lose it doesn’t help either.
That woman should be my wife.
I’m jealous of Happy. Jealous that he gets to spend time with my family when I’m nothing but a shadow.
But my son deserves a good life, and if that means not having me be part of it, then so be it.
So I have to watch him grow up from afar.
It fucking sucks, but I love him enough to know he’s better off without me.
Turning, I walk away knowing that by becoming dead, I did the unselfish thing.
For once in my life.
I’ll come for them.
Redemption is at hand. And I call him AJ.