“My son…” she murmurs, using the same tone she used to use on Sean all the time. She reaches out to cup my face in her hand.
I flinch back.
She ignores me, her hand coming to rest gently against the side of my face.
“You are the heir now,” she says softly. “Don’t let us down.”
It’s less a command and more of a plea.
And I feel it then—what Sean felt.
The weight of it all.
The responsibility.
I close my eyes and try to push it back.
Before it crushes me whole.