*Phoenix POV*
The ash fell over the windscreen as we drove away from the cabins, consumed in fire, cleansing the sins they held. We were driving three different vehicles, this one was driven by Andrew with Logan sitting beside him. Damian was laid flat on the back seat, his head resting in my lap as I busied my restless hands by playing with her silky black strands of hair. I was keeping a close eye on the rise and fall of his chest, a sight that filled me with hope. I couldn’t lose him, not now... we had so much still lying ahead.
I had already lost Noah, they very though made my chest tighten as I felt an overwhelming mixture of both panic and grief consume me from within.
The road was bumpy and the going was slow, at least it will be until we reach the tar road.
“He will be okay,” L
