Tears continuously fell down my cheeks as I stared at my mom. I stopped crying when it hit me that I could have passed away. Logan is probably worried sick and sad right now. I frowned at the thought of my grieving mate. My mom closed the distance between us and cupped my face with one hand, and gently stroked my face with her thumb as she gave me a gentle smile. I leaned against the palm of her hand.
"You did well to protect them, Noah." she whispered.
"But I died. I couldn't be with Logan at the end." I sobbed.
"Hush now, baby. You're not dead yet." she smiled as she pulled her hand away.
"What do you mean?" I frowned.
"You're stuck in between, you're not alive but you're not dead either." she explained.
"So, I'm in limbo?" I clarified.
"Kind of like that." she said.
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