Page 27 of Wrecked By Rev

“You told me.”

Her eyes are wet when she looks up at me. “How long have you been here?”

“A while. I was—” I stop. Start again. “I was talking to him. About us.”

She doesn’t ask what I said. She doesn’t need to. She steps into my arms and I hold her, the two of us standing over her brother’s grave with matching flowers and matching hearts.

“He’d be happy,” she whispers against my chest. “About us. He’d be so happy.”

“Yeah.” I press my lips to her hair. “I think he would, but only after he’d threatened me to never dare hurt you.” Angel laughs and nods in agreement.

We stay like that for a long moment. Then she pulls back, wipes her eyes, and takes my hand.

“Come on,” she says. “Let’s go home.”

We walk back to the bike together, leaving the yellow roses behind.

Wheels is gone. That’s never going to change. But his sister is beside me, her hand in mine, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure she knows she’s loved.

That’s enough.

That’s everything.

The End